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Previously on L .A. Law.

If the IRS determines that Mrs. Lewis' show business career constituted a hobby

rather than a legitimate business, that's $2 .8 million plus penalty. When

see her new video, they're going to wind up owing us money. She's gone.

Leland, she left me.

Mr. Perkins is enjoined from coming within 100 yards of either Mrs. Perkins

the minor Eric Perkins.

Eric went home already.

What do you mean he went home?

His father picked him up. He can't. There's a restraining order. Mr. Cusack,

have three rule.

Two of which being I never date lawyers and I never date anyone I work with.

How did you get into my car?

I worked my way through law school as a car thief.

You're getting pushy again.

That's not pushy.

If I were to kiss you, that would be pushy.

Look, Stuart, come home with me.

It was the sexiest night of my life.

The truth is, I don't remember.

Often the problems we confront in our pro bono cases are not legally complex,

but are nonetheless critical to those experiencing them. And the satisfaction

they will bring you cannot be measured in dollars.

I would urge you never to forget that as lawyers, we have an historical

responsibility to represent the needs of all the people, not just those who can

afford us.

Whatever our aspirations, I'm afraid, my generation cannot lay claim to having

been very good caretakers.

More people will awaken this morning in a state of poverty and despair than

populated the planet in the year I was born.

You are the privileged of our youth, and our hopes reside with you, that you

will profit from our mistakes, so that during your watch, you will realize a

fairer... more just society.

God knows there's never been a greater need.

Let's open the floor to questions.

You, sir.

Mr. McKenzie, we are aware that many of the New York law firms have raised their

starting associate salary levels to $65 ,000 per annum. And what I'd like to

know is, in your opinion, you feel that the Los Angeles firms will follow suit

in the near future. And specifically, will McKenzie Breckman move to increase

their starting salary levels commensurately?

Well, I assume we'll offer something compatible with what's being offered

elsewhere. Mr. McKenzie.

The young lady in the front.

In that vein...

What impact would the new tax laws have on such things as perk packages, company

cars, and other forms of non -salary compensation?

Sir, please, sir. Mr. McKinsey.

Good morning, Mr. Brackman.

Who are all those people, please?

I'm going to go over here and answer to your ad in the Times.

You're interviewing housekeepers today?

Ah.

I'll see them all at once.

Mr. Brackman, Mr. Fuente says that you have to spend at least five minutes with

each one before you turn them down.

Well, they can't wait in reception all day. Put them somewhere out of the way.

Where? You're a smart woman. You figure it out.

Where the hell is that letter from Ralph Morwood?

You're strong. I'll be jumpy all day. And how many times have I told you I

like these cups, the handles? You can't... They're too small.

Did we get out of bed on the wrong side this morning?

Oh, damn it, Iris.

I tried to communicate a sense of responsibility, a sense of pride in the

And all those little snots could see were dollar signs.

Well, I'd be most grateful if you didn't vent your fiscal outrage on me, thank

you.

Hi. Judge is Coleman. He's an administrative body. Miss Kelsey, could

for a moment in Mr. Cheney's office, please?

What's up, Stuart?

Please.

Thanks, Ellen.

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

Stuart. Hmm?

Okay, Mr. Dole.

So I would argue, Your Honor, this case should be dismissed, there being no

probable cause for the police to stop and question my client in the first

Defendant was walking naked down Hollywood Boulevard, Your Honor. Freedom

expression, Your Honor. First Amendment, backbone of the personal freedoms our

Constitution holds so dear. Counsel's under the misapprehension. It's his

client's backbone that's the particular bone of contention here.

For being sufficient and probable cause to believe a crime has been committed,

defendant will be held to answer.

Trial set in Department 137, November the 3rd at 9 a .m.

Released O .R.

See that he keeps his pants on until that time, Mr. Pomerantz?

Hi.

Don't they give you enough work to do, Mr. Kruzak?

As a matter of fact, I'm unexpectedly free.

Would you carry us some lunch?

You don't take no for an answer.

Well, strictly speaking, you haven't said no.

No. And frankly, you are pestering me beyond the limits of good taste.

I plead guilty to one count with time off for good behavior.

Ah, but the court has yet to see evidence of this good behavior, Mr.

If I have gone too far, I apologize.

I accept.

Actually, I just wanted you to know that this is not some high school crush.

I'm flattered.

Thank you.

But I'd feel better if you gave me your assurance that from now on you will

leave me alone.

You got it. Absolutely.

Thank you. I hope you'll be happy with what's -his -name.

Thank you, Mickey.

Mr.

McKenzie.

Jeffrey Sullivan, sir.

I apologize for trying to see you without an appointment.

I tried to get a few minutes with you after your talk, but you left in such a

hurry, I didn't get a chance.

Well, I'm rather pressed for time, Mr. Sullivan.

If this is an application for a job, you may leave your resume with my

secretary. No, I'm not here about a job, and I don't want to take up much of

your time, either.

I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciated what you had to say to us

yesterday. I just wanted you to know that not everybody in law school just

about money.

I mean...

If defending the ruling class interest is what it's all about, I don't think I

want to be a part of it. I mean, being a good lawyer necessitates having to

competently argue either side of the same case.

How do you do a good job and still hold on to your values?

I don't eat.

I got no pet for the business.

The doctors put me on sedatives.

Divorce is a dislocation, Mr. Lewis.

Like an injury, it...

Takes time to heal. You don't understand.

Without her, I can't get up in the morning. I want to cancel the settlement

meeting. Let me give you a couple of reasons why that's not a good idea.

I had one of our private detectives do a check on your wife's boyfriend.

His rap sheet.

We also found this, a pawn ticket for a piece of your wife's jewelry.

She pawned the gold Rolex with the diamonds?

Do you know what I paid for that?

They're paying their hotel expenses on your credit card, their room service.

She's infatuated. It'll burn itself out. Human nature is a pretty tricky piece

of machinery.

See, you think if you treat her like a princess, you hand over the cookie jar,

she'll be devoted to you. But she's like a child. She wants you to set limits.

I don't know anything about that. All I know is I want my wife back. And I want

you to have her back.

Look, you're older.

And you're wiser than I am, Mr. Lewis. But in this one area, I do know my

But you're going to have to shut down the gravy train.

Otherwise, she's got your money.

She's got the guy.

There's nothing to motivate her.

How do we do that?

Well, briefly, Irving, the reason we settled with the IRS was to characterize

those monies you placed in service of your wife's holding corporation as

personal loans.

Bottom line, and depending on which set of figures they go with, if she insists

on divorcing you, either you won't owe her anything or she's going to owe you

nearly a million bucks.

This is legal?

Absolutely. You just paid $1 .8 million to assure it.

Scoundrels. This will get us back together?

Believe me, Mr. Lewis, we know what we're doing.

Tomorrow, day after, 2 o 'clock.

Now I feel better.

Oh, Iris, Mr. Sullivan will be joining us as a clerk.

He'll be working here afternoons after school.

How nice.

He'll need paper, pens, supplies, or a telephone. Anything at all you need,

will be happy to assist you.

That'll be great.

And after observing the dead body of Billy Simmons, age 18, did you have

occasion to arrest his sister, Tracy Simmons, for the murder? Yes, I did.

And then what happened? I read the defendant her constitutional rights, at

time she waived her rights and told me she wanted to talk to me without a

lawyer. And did she make a statement?

She said she killed her brother with her father's gun.

Thank you. No further questions.

Cross.

Thank you. Officer Castellano, did Tracy tell you why she killed her brother?

Something about having an argument with him. Did she mention his trying to rape

her? She said a lot of things kind of rambling on. It was hard to understand

her. Isn't it true, officer, that she said that when her brother tried to

assault her, she shot him in self -defense?

No, not in those words.

But that was the gist of it, wasn't it?

Yes. Thank you.

No further questions.

People rest.

Is there any defense?

Yes, I'd like to call Tracy Simmons to the stand.

And who was home that night, Tracy?

My mom and dad were out, and my baby sister was asleep.

Where was your brother?

He was out.

What time did he come home?

11, 11 .30.

Then what happened?

He, um, he came after me.

How exactly?

He, um, pushed me down on the couch.

Then he, um, pulled the zipper on my pants.

What did you do?

I tried to get him off of me.

I told him I wasn't going to let him do it to me anymore.

Then this had happened before?

Yes.

I know this is painful, Tracy, but could you tell the judge the first time it

happened?

Um, about... about two years ago.

He came into my room and he put a pill over my face to shut me up.

And... he did it to me.

Did what exactly, Tracy?

Had, um... had sex with one of course.

Did it ever happen again?

Yes.

How often?

At least once a week, until I decided no more.

And what happened the night you decided to say no? He started hitting me around.

Then he, um, he got on top of me.

He yanked me by my hair and told me if I didn't let him do it to me, he'd beat

me up real bad.

What did you do then?

I, um, I sucked him as hard as I could in between the legs, and I tried to get

away.

He was real mad.

saying what he was going to do to me.

I ran to the closet and I got my daddy's gun down.

I told him to get out and I told him no more.

But he kept coming at me.

So I, um, I shot at him.

And I kept shooting until he stopped coming at me.

Thank you, Tracy.

No further questions at this time.

Cross.

Tracy, did you ever tell anyone about what your brother was doing?

No. You say that you and your brother had sex at least once a week for two

and you never told anyone.

No. Well, why not?

Was it because you liked what he was doing?

Objection. Withdraw the question. Did you not bring it up because it never

really happened?

I tried to tell my mother, but she didn't believe me. When did you tell

mother that your brother was having sex with you?

I never exactly told her that. Well, I thought you just said that you did.

No, I said I tried.

Did you tell your mother about your brother?

Yes or no?

No. Well, I'm confused, Tracy.

See, first you said yes, now you say no. Were you lying then or are you lying

now? Objection. The question has been asked and answered. The DA is badgering

the witness.

Sustained. I have no further questions, Your Honor.

Defense rests, Your Honor.

All right.

Now you send that little girl home.

And a month's salary says she's only killed half the problem.

Bringing up two.

Farmer versus continental system technology.

That's our leverage buyout situation.

Miss Kelsey.

You had a chance to dip into those interrogatories I left out for you.

you just dumped 15 tons of documents on my desk a half an hour ago. Should she

deign to honor us with her presence at some point?

Dragoon Ms.

Perkins. That's what she was hired for.

What state birthed the feminine?

That's mine.

Thirteen -year -old girl who'd been molested by her brother.

Killed him. Pro bono? What's the problem, Doug?

You worried it's gonna interfere with the green card that I'm getting for your

housekeeper? Sleazy, tabloid, low -rent pro bono cases may stimulate your

viscera, but let us not lose sight of your commitment to generating billable

hours. Now, that's enough.

I'm sick and tired of this obsession with fees.

If Mr. Sifuentes or any other attorney in this firm sees fit to offer his or

services and time for the public good, that's good enough for me. Now, move

along.

Before we adjourn, may I point out that this firm's consumption of 8 by 14

yellow legal pads has increased over the last six months by a factor of 37%,

whereas our work output has increased a mere 8%. The most benign interpretation

of this disparity is that some or all of us are wasting paper. The most

malignant is that you're taking them home.

At $1 .19 a unit, might I suggest, at the very least, that you use both

sides.

We stand adjourned.

Hi.

It's almost 12 .30.

I'm sorry. I was going crazy waiting for Angela Cipriano to call me back, so I

tracked her down at her office.

Why didn't you just let her do her job? I just needed to check.

Okay? I'm sorry.

Douglas has given us the farmer buyout. I've divided it up by year.

Start on 83 -84.

I'm going to want them back tomorrow morning.

All of them?

I can't do it alone.

Ann, I'm going through a very tough time. I understand.

If you need a week off, two weeks, say so. But don't tell me you'll be here to

do the job and then not do it. Why are you being this way?

Because I have to be able to count on you.

You didn't show up yesterday. You missed an important meeting with Farmer and

you leave me holding the bag.

You don't have children.

And you don't know what I'm going through. You think you can drown out

problems by working all the time.

We are not talking about me.

I am paralyzed.

It takes all my strength just to get out of bed in the morning.

It would be easier if he were dead.

At least then I would know and I could get on with it.

Abby, you can either let this thing destroy your life or inform it.

The reality is you may get Eric back tomorrow.

You may not find him for six months.

Or you may never see him again.

I can't think in those terms.

You don't have any choice, Abby.

You just don't have any choice.

When do you want these by?

Tomorrow, first thing.

I'll have them for you tonight, by the time I meet.

Hi.

Hi. Can you give me a minute with you, okay?

How are you, Tracy?

Nervous?

A little.

It's gonna be fine.

Let me ask you something, Tracy, about your father.

Did he try to have sex with you?

If he did, Tracy, I can help you.

But you gotta trust me.

What would happen to him?

Well, we could get him out of the house.

Are we finally going to get a verdict today?

On the facts presented, I found the testimony of the minor child to be

and along with physical evidence of struggle, I find that she acted in self

-defense.

Accordingly, the petition will not be sustained.

Young lady, you may go home. Your Honor, a return to the home at this time could

be highly destructive.

Studies have shown... Counselor.

Unfortunately, I cannot decide a case on the basis of studies, probabilities,

and maybes.

However, if you have any substantive evidence of an unfit home environment, I

would encourage you to file a petition at which time a determination can be

made. Call the next case.

Well, you won the battle.

Stay tuned for the war.

Mr. Simmons, can I talk to you for a second?

What about?

Come into my... It'll be about money.

It's about you and your daughter.

Let me tell you something about my daughter, okay?

She lies.

She makes up stories.

No, Mr. Simmons, I'll tell you something.

If what I think is true, and I'm pretty sure it is, I'm not going to turn my

back on it. Listen, mister, nobody interferes with how I raise my family.

Nobody! Now I'm walking out this door and I'm taking her home where she

You got a problem with that, you go live in the freaking Soviet Union. Because

you got no right threatening people and breaking up their families.

We straight on that?

Mr. Kudak?

Kevin Crenshaw. Hi.

I'm sorry I'm late. No problem.

I appreciate your making time for me on such short notice.

I can't tell you how pleased I am that the Trial Lawyers Association wants to

give Grace Van Owen a favorable evaluation.

We've had our eye on her for some time now.

I brought you some additional information on the candidate.

I can keep it? Please.

You know, I think I...

I remember hearing your name first in connection with Skelly's campaign for

Senate. I was very impressed with what you did there.

Imagine how impressed you'd have benefited one.

Well, win or lose, your campaigns almost always take the high road.

Frankly, I was surprised to hear your name in connection with a local judicial

election.

I have a personal involvement with the candidate.

We're getting married in three weeks.

Congratulations.

The truth is, marriage aside, I wouldn't have taken this on if I didn't feel

that she's uniquely qualified. Sorry, Emily.

Speak of the devil, the candidate.

Grace?

You're not going to believe that I didn't set this up, but I didn't. Excuse

Kevin.

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

What a genuine pleasure it is to meet you, Ms. Benowitz. I am a great admirer

yours.

Mr. Cusack?

Can you join us?

I really can't. Just for a minute.

What's this about, anyway?

You. The Trial Lawyers Association is giving you a favorable evaluation.

Is that so?

Well, your casework is exemplary. You have one of the best conviction rates in

the DA's office, and you're given high marks by your fellow attorneys on both

sides of the aisle. In short, Miss Van Owen, you have substance without

sacrificing style, humor, or compassion.

That's lovely.

You have really put your finger on this woman.

Thank you.

I love eating my lunch at 4 o 'clock.

Try thinking of it as an early dinner.

I'm going to get a soda. I just

want to make sure we're still on for tonight.

I've still got so much to get through here.

Maybe tonight's a bad idea.

Well, come to my house.

You can come right from the office and I'll cook something up.

I don't even know where you live.

Well, I'm going to tell you.

Got a little house in Brentwood.

Are you sure?

I mean, I may be a while.

You'll get there when you get there.

Assuming we're agreed on formula, my client is prepared to accept a lump sum

settlement of $7 .35 million, plus alimony of $40 ,000 a month for a period

three years, half the number of the years of the marriage.

What is this?

Corporate records prepared by Nat Oppenheim, an accountant hired by the

to oversee a personal holding company known as Denitra Loves Irv Incorporated.

Irving handled all that.

Nevertheless, those are your signatures on those documents, are they not?

Yes, so?

Directing your attention to the column on the right, you'll notice in the years

1980 to 1986, Mr. Lewis deposited nearly $8 .1 million into that corporation,

effectively financing every aspect of his wife's career.

A business investment? No, sir.

Loans personally guaranteed by Mrs. Lewis, due and payable upon dissolution

this marriage.

Additionally, you'll see there a copy of Mr. Lewis's recent settlement with the

IRS.

Really, you can't expect to ride roughshod over us with this flimsy

trick. In any event, these are all community obligations.

I strongly disagree, as does our tax department. The way we see it, Mrs.

owes Mr. Lewis...

Close to a million dollars.

Well, we're wasting our time here.

We'll see you in court.

No! Atta girl!

What the hell with the lawyers? You come back, we'll take a nice cruise.

I'd rather kill myself.

How do I deserve this after all I did for you?

I gave you everything.

You bought me everything. The house, the car, the jewelry.

I couldn't go anywhere. I couldn't do anything.

You had television cameras installed in every room of our house so you could

keep an eye on me. That was for security.

That was to keep me prisoner.

I'll take him down.

Sinitra, give me another chance. I can change.

The only person who can change is me, and I'm doing it.

So that's it, huh?

You and the pretty boy, you're going to run off into the sunset together.

That's history. I kicked him out.

All he wanted from me was money. And all I wanted from him was an excuse to get

out of a lousy marriage.

Oh, some lousy marriage.

I gave her minutes to make her happy. She treats me like dog poo.

Will someone please explain to me why I still want her?

Please don't do this to yourself.

I don't want you.

But you'll take another 7 .35 million and 40 ,000 a month, huh?

I don't want you or your money. Hold on here.

So be it.

She gets nothing.

Drop any kind of paper you want, and I'll sign it. I strongly advise against

this. You don't know what you're giving up here. I know what I'm giving up. You

don't know what I'm getting.

Don't worry.

Everything's going to be just fine. Sure. If I'm lucky, I'll get a disease

die.

Where's Michael Cusack's office?

Thank you.

Excuse me. You're excused.

Grace. I have one question.

What were you trying to prove? That you could get back at me by trying to

humiliate a decent good man?

Well, I had no idea you were going to be there, and I wasn't trying to humiliate

anyone.

I just wanted to meet my competition.

There is no competition.

And for your information, you haven't put your finger on me. And you will

put your finger on me. And you can keep your damn fingers to yourself.

It was a metaphorical finger.

It was a metaphorical finger, my butt.

What I ought to do is go into your senior partner's office and seek a

admonishment. And if I have any more trouble from you, I will do exactly

Is that clear?

Entirely.

Fine.

Bye, Gracie. Go to hell, Victor.

Got in trouble?

Anything you want to talk about?

I hear you won your pro bono case.

Yeah. Look, let me ask you something. You ever had one of these cases when you

were at the DA's office?

More than I care to remember.

Hmm.

This one time, couldn't make the case against the father.

The daughter was being molested, wouldn't cooperate.

The wife was useless.

So since she was 16, we had her declared an emancipated minor.

My kid's too young.

So, we got her out of the house.

Then the father moved in on the younger sister, who, six months later, tries to

commit suicide.

Nice, huh?

How old was the sister?

Ten.

Believe it?

This is your little house?

Yeah, well, you know, it's not a lot of rooms, really.

It's stunning. It's like something out of House and Gardens.

Yeah. Oh, excuse me. My clams are opening.

Oh,

boy.

I hope you brought your aptite.

This is amazing.

Are you a bank robber on the side?

Well, I have a confession to make. I'm rich.

Yeah? Yeah. Well, my grandfather was rich, and then my father, he was rich.

And then I, uh...

I didn't hurt myself in the real estate boom, you know.

And a little parsley.

And we're eating.

You want to grab a cheat?

What?

I thought I knew you.

It's like all this time you had a secret life.

No secret.

I never had anybody I wanted to share it with.

And perhaps I'm being a little forward, but would you consider moving in with

me?

Can I just visit for now?

Sure.

Would you like to see my shower?

Actually, you know what I would really love to do?

Do you dance, Stuart?

You want to dance with me?

I'm urging you to file charges, Mrs. Simmons.

That's crazy.

My husband's not a criminal. Your husband is sick.

He's destroying your children, and you're letting him.

Now, please, I want to help you, but I can't unless you file charges.

I can't do that.

I can't.

There's no one else who can do it. Tracy could.

Who is the wife in this family, you or your daughter? Now, you've lost one

by turning your back on the truth. How many more are you willing to sacrifice?

How can you live with yourself knowing that this man puts his hands on your

children? He forces them into adult sex acts.

Please, please, just leave me. He molested your daughter. I wouldn't be

surprised if he did the same thing to your son.

What is to stop him from turning on your youngest?

Look, my phone number's on the back.

I'm begging you.

Call me.

State versus Vogel.

Really? We use state court citations, not the Pacific Reporter.

You wouldn't happen to know that offhand, would you?

Why don't you look it up yourself, Mr. Sullivan?

Right.

How's our young man?

Careless.

Is there a problem?

I'm not an Eskimo, Leland.

Excuse me?

You can't just loan me out to strangers.

Shall we discuss this inside?

I did some checking in the files.

Mr. Sullivan's singularly undistinguished resume has been in our

months, along with dozens of other far more qualified applicants who can't get

through the door.

Place it.

He'd con you. If so, we'll know soon enough.

I know it now.

What has set you off like this?

I have been sitting out there taking orders from this impertinent squirt.

One more lawyer I have to break in. One more kid with a blazing future who

doesn't know half the law I know. And I begin to see I've spent the better part

of my entire adult life devoted to furthering your aims and your career at

expense of my own. Do you feel that you deserve more money?

I deserve your attention.

I deserve answers to questions.

I deserve not to be made to feel like some functionary, like a stick of

furniture.

Maybe I don't have the right to your passion any longer, but I insist on your

respect.

You have it.

And my gratitude.

But... I think you'd be well advised to start living your own life, not

mine.

Maybe if you'd given me this little speech 15 years ago, I would have been

to do something about it.

If you're unhappy with your life...

And you're unwilling to change it. That's your fault, not mine.

Always the consummate lawyer, aren't you, Leland?

Always twisting facts so they come out your way.

What do you advise me to do? Join a circus? Go to law school?

Why not?

Because it's late.

I'm not a kid.

Besides, you couldn't survive without me.

Go to night school.

It's that easy.

No.

Blaming others for your frustration is easy.

Doing something about it, it's hard.

Mr. Hardball, huh? Mr. Trotney, Mr. Know -it -all, you destroyed my marriage.

I did what I thought was in your best interest. If that's your best, you're

incompetent to practice law.

I'm firing the whole bunch of you.

And I'm not going to sign this agreement. I'm going to make sure she

either. She already has.

What? Mr. Lewis.

Couples don't break up because of lawyers.

And they don't get back together because of lawyers. Stop with the psychology. I

listened to you. I lost a princess.

All right.

I had occasion today to see Denitra to get her signature.

Your princess is hustling her cakes at a strip joint off Western Avenue. I ought

to knock you down for that, Sonny. You got your car here?

Yes.

Come on.

Let's go for a ride.

Yeah.

Okay, I'm coming.

I want

to do the right thing.

Come on in. We'll make a few calls.

It's going to be all right.

Because I love you.

I don't want you to love me anymore. I need to make it on my own. This is

it? Letting guys grope you?

Touch you?

It's my life. It doesn't affect you.

Okay, so you made your point.

Stop torturing me and come home.

I can change. I swear I'll try.

I know you will, Irv.

And maybe even for two or three weeks you'll do a pretty good job.

But you're 66 years old.

You're too old to learn new tricks.

I need to find out who I am.

And I can't do it living in your fantasy world.

Thank you.

I can't live without you.

You're going to have to.

I love you, Irving.

Probably always will.

Please believe that.

I can't live with you anymore.

What are you doing?

What does it look like, huh?

Here.

Take it.

Irving, this is half a million dollars. All right.

Take it.

You're still trying to buy me.

Haven't you heard a thing I said? Now you listen, kiddo.

You think it's brave to be on your own, huh?

Parading naked for garbage.

It's not brave.

It's foolish.

You want to be somebody?

Go to college.

No more gifts.

It's not a gift.

You've earned it for six wonderful years of marriage.

Don't you think you're taking this pride thing a little bit too far?

I never had a chance to be proud.

I kind of like it.

You know, it's a lot tougher out there than you realize.

Except for my marriage.

I've worked every day of my life since I was 14 years old.

You've got a lot of guts.

Look out for him, okay?

Hello.

Hi.

I know it's late, but I couldn't sleep.

Come on in.

No, I can't.

I just wanted... I wanted to apologize for

the other day.

Who's that?

I acted immaturely.

Well, guess I did too.

Whatever our differences may have been, we're going to cross

paths socially and professionally, and I just don't want this to be a source of

ongoing embarrassment.

Truth? No,

don't.

Please.

I have to go.

Stop. No, stop.

I have to go.

Stay. I can't. Stay.

If I stay, I might never leave.