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Previously on L .A. Law.

If I'm so invaluable to you, then compensate me for it.

Not this again.

Either I get my raise or I'm gone.

Okay, all right, all right.

Cost of living from the firm. The rest can be out of my own pocket.

Dr. Rothberg called in dead.

Passed away six months ago. I'm taking over for him. Open.

I'm a very passionate woman, Victor.

When I give, I like to give all of myself.

What are you doing?

I think I missed a piece of crystal. Open up. Oh, no. No, no, no. Jacqueline,

really, it's okay. It's okay. We,

the jury, sentence the defendant to death.

I was putting two uniforms on you.

They'll walk you to and from your car, and they'll park outside your place at

night. That's not enough. The man's in custody, Michael.

Well, his gang friends aren't. Grace, let me ask you something. You got a gun?

have never even fired a gun.

we can get started.

This is the stone for sexual appeal with staying power that you don't have to

worry about growing out of or looking ridiculous in.

This is the ne plus ultra.

Aren't people going to know it's a wig? Never.

Look, it's always going to be a shock. That's because you still think of

yourself as being bald. You see, the first thing to do is stop.

thinking of yourself as bold.

That might be a little hard.

I started losing my hair when I was 19.

Hair replacement is a change of life, Mr. Brackman. Some men are ready for it,

and some men are not.

That was a little extreme.

Maybe something more subtle.

If it's subtlety you're after, try this.

We call it the chairman of the board.

Oh, we can match your hair color exactly.

I just don't want to get laughed at.

Mr. Brackman, a man of hair has credibility, dignity, substance.

It is the bald man who gets laughed at.

How's Grace doing, Michael?

Well, there wasn't any bone damage. The doctor says the scar will be really

small. How's she feeling?

Feels okay, I guess. Where is Douglas? I want to get this meeting started.

I saw him earlier this morning. Well, I've got a full schedule today.

Well, I'll see what's keeping him.

Shall we get started?

Schachter versus Schachter.

Our guy's not a fighter. Right now, it looks like he wants to hold to a much

weaker hand. Well, that's too bad.

Can't you do something to get his blood going a little? I may have just the

thing. People versus Hirsch.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, this is a dead -bang loser for a virtual one.

Police? with airtight warrants, finds six sky -high marijuana plants growing

Israel Hirsch's backyard.

Now, the guy's 80 years old.

Now, I could plead him out on a misdemeanor possession in a minute, but

wants to go to trial.

Victor, I'm afraid our hands are tied on this one.

Israel Hirsch's son is our client, Jacob Hirsch, Hirsch Builders, one of the

largest real estate developers in L .A.

Yeah, well, Hirsch Elder likes to smoke reefer, and he wants a jury trial so

that he can explain all the reasons why.

Well, the chances are that even if you lose, the old man won't do any time.

Fine. You can be the one to tell Hirsch the younger if you're wrong.

Stenheiser versus Wooten.

Um, Dr.

Wooten still wants to settle, but the insurance carrier says no, and I can't

that I blame them considering how well the trial is going. Becoming one of

Golden State Casualty's gun slingers is an enviable position to be in, Anne.

Mucho future business.

That's it.

We have a busy day today. That's it.

Douglas. Douglas, I have to talk to you.

You've got to give it longer than this before you decide it isn't working.

Before I decide what isn't working? Your marriage.

It's only been two months since you and Sheila reconciled. Things are a little

bit delicate for you to be playing around on the side. I'm not playing

the side.

Douglas, come on.

Everyone knows that when a guy gets a rug, he's got a tootsie waiting in the

wings. I hate to go against popular wisdom, Arnie, but I assure you there's

tootsie and there's no wings.

Seriously? Yes.

Seriously.

So why the landscaping? I'll tell you why.

I was standing in a video rental store in Westwood the other night, looking at

the titles, when I overheard the clerk direct a customer to where I was

by saying, go over there by the old bald guy.

Oh, God. The old bald guy?

I'm 41 years old, Arnie.

Pete Rose broke Ty Cobb's record when he was older than I am.

George Blanda played professional football for seven years beyond the age

now.

Being bald is like wearing bifocals.

You always look like somebody's uncle.

Boy, that must be real hard on you.

Give it another few years, I guarantee it'll be every bit as hard on you.

What are you talking about?

Your hairline.

It's only headed in one direction, and that's back.

My hair has always been thin. I'm not talking about thin, Arnie. I'm talking

about bald, skinhead, chrome dome.

Take a look, because that's what you have to look forward to.

What are you now, 36, 37?

I had some hair then, too. Enough to play with, at least.

First of all, I have a lot of time before this goes. You see this?

This is core hair. It is resistant to thinning.

Second of all, by the time it does go, assuming that it does...

They're gonna have a cure.

From what I've read, they're very, very close to a breakthrough, even now.

Forget it, Arnie. When it goes, it's gone.

It's true, isn't it?

It's true.

Believe me, it's true.

Well, here's the best I can hope for.

By then, I'll be married.

Got a minute?

Sure. Come on in.

Shaky? No, not particularly.

No? Then you're made of much sterner stuff than me.

How is that?

Well, if I'd been through what you did, I would take a little while to recover,

that's all.

Being grazed by a bullet isn't a whole lot to recover from.

Passing that close to death is, though. Guess what? We pass that close to death

every day of our lives. You take the freeway into work, Bruce? Ride in

elevators? Live near a fault line?

All right, if you're fine, you're fine. I'm fine.

I just want you to know, if you want to take some time off, you can.

A vacation?

Oh, no, no, no, no. I'd rather tend to the duties of the office, thank you.

Your choice.

The only time I will need off is to testify at Kevin Rowland's juvenile

hearing. I know.

I'm going down there with you.

Now, that's really not necessary.

If it's all the same to you, I think I'll go anyway.

The prosecution has seen fit to ridicule and belittle Mr. Hirsch's claim that

his personal philosophy, combining elements of Rastafarianism and Hasidic

Judaism, require the smoking of marijuana.

I'll concede that he is by no means your run -of -the -mill Beverly Hills

homeowner. I'll even concede that he is an eccentric who likes to sit by the

pool, reading scriptures and smoking pot.

But is his behavior so threatening to us that we have to put him in jail?

That strikes me as being more than extreme, more than inappropriate.

It strikes me as a betrayal of one of the principles on which this country was

founded, which affords to each of us the fundamental right to be left alone.

Now, the prosecution will ask you that you look to the law, and this you must

do.

But I ask of you...

That you look to your hearts as well.

Thank you.

Will you describe for us what happened to you on the afternoon of February the

10th?

I was walking down the corridor on the fourth floor of the criminal courts

building when an individual fired at me with a handgun, striking me in the right

arm. Can you tell us if you see that individual in this room?

I can.

He's seated right over there.

Had you ever seen him prior to the day of the shooting?

I saw him at the Walter Buckner trial in which I was the prosecuting attorney,

yes. I have no further questions, Your Honor.

Thank you, Miss Van Horn. You may step down.

Thank you.

Mr. Norman, may I have your closing remarks, please?

Your Honor, Kevin Rollins might be

a bad boy, but he's still a boy.

He never intended to murder Miss Van Horn.

He wanted to frighten her. He winged her in the arm.

She looks none the worse for it.

And I think now we have to look at his action for what it was, a rite of

passage. Oh, please. I'm only suggesting that whatever action is taken not be

unduly harsh.

After all, the role of juvenile court is correct, if not penal, despite Mr.

Kendall's insistence on venting some personal sense of rage.

Your Honor, if I am taking all of this personally...

It is because there's a hallway full of Rollins brothers out there that forces

me to.

Kevin Rollins obtained a gun, loaded it with ammunition, stalked Ms. Van Owen,

and shot at her point blank.

Now, what was his intent if not to commit murder?

If not to have her life extinguished right then and there? A few inches more

all it would have taken, and the sheet that covered her as she was taken from

that courthouse would have been all the way up over her eyes.

Now, if this was a rite of passage, What was it a passage to? A more effective

weapon?

Truer aim?

Mr. Norman has asked that the sentence not be unduly harsh, but the reality of

juvenile sentencing is that regardless of what this court does, Kevin Rollins

will walk in two years.

Now, I think we owe Grace Van Owen a lot better than that. Because a miracle

prevented his bullet from piercing her heart, she did not die on that marble

floor.

And I hope that same miracle doesn't serve to grant Rollins the impunity that

lets him try again.

All right, gentlemen.

I'm prepared to issue my findings.

Based on the evidence presented here, I find Kevin Rollins to have committed the

acts charged in the petition, namely assault with intent to murder and

a concealed weapon without a permit. I find Mr. Rollins to be a ward of this

court.

Pending the probation department report.

Further hearings on the disposition is set for Friday.

Come on, son, let's go.

I don't have the file for my next case.

I know it's early, people, but our bodies are ready to inhale and lift and

slowly extend your torso over your left leg.

Reach. Use your stomach muscles.

Now relax and let the weight of your body open up your torso.

Now slowly turn onto your left side.

Take your right arm.

Let it reach way over.

Now slowly turn, place your chest back onto your thigh, and relax and breathe.

Now put your palms on either side of your leg and slowly lift your body up.

How's the ankle?

A little sore.

And the ego?

Hey, it's Shannon. Remember me?

I tried to do something about my predicament, and all I've managed is to

humiliate myself.

What exactly is your predicament?

Being bald, getting older.

Let's face it, it's not an encouraging picture.

Well, short of dying, there's not much you can do about getting older.

As for being bald, I don't see why you have to do anything at all.

Take a good look at me, Shannon.

Am I the sort of man women would be attracted to?

I think I proved that already, haven't I?

You did, didn't you?

Looks have never been what's most important to me, Douglas. I see people's

bodies every day.

Tall, short, skinny, fat, blonde, dark, bald.

I'm a whole lot more interested in the way a person is inside than outside.

And believe me, your outsides aren't bad.

Would you ever consider the possibility of entering into

another liaison?

Sorry.

You're more involved with your wife than you think you are. And I'm involved

with someone else then.

Seriously involved?

We'll see.

He's a really sweet guy.

We have a lot of fun together. I'm happy.

Well, I'm glad.

Oh, here he is now.

Douglas, I'd like you to meet Axel.

Leon, first, and it pains me to do this, I have to confirm your worst fears.

Your wife is having an affair.

A private investigator brought back photographs.

May I see them? I don't think that you really want to.

I feel I at least have to look at them.

It's Richard. You know the guy?

He's the cabinetmaker who did the work in our kitchen.

I really like him, too. It's funny.

Do you suspect that the two of them have been tapping into any funds? No.

Richard's not a money guy. He's an artist.

You should see the cabinet work he did in our kitchen. Leaving him out of it,

then, at least we're agreed that Nancy's a little bit less than the most worthy

object of your largesse.

Arnie, all I wanted to be was fair with her before I saw the pictures.

Having seen them hasn't really changed that. Leon, what you have been proposing

isn't being fair.

It's being a chump. Your holdings in the Gerhardt Fund were yours before you

ever married, and there's no reason on God's green earth they should be hers

after she's abandoned you any more than the house should.

Well, she really hasn't abandoned me. She betrayed you. She cuckolded you.

Leon, take a look at where those photographs were taken. She didn't even

the decency to sneak off and go to a motel. They were taken right in your

the home you provided her with.

The home she's tried to snag for her very own. I probably have to bear some

the blame in all this.

Why? I may not have been as attentive as I could have been to some of her needs.

I think the demands of making a living tended to crowd other things out.

It's all kind of ironic, though, since the main reason I had for selling the

business was because I wanted to spend more time with Nancy.

With all due respect, Leon, I don't think she was exactly starved for

companionship. There was obviously something I wasn't giving her.

Leon, you don't owe her your own impoverishment.

She is not entitled to be rewarded for her faithlessness with riches.

I really don't want to get into it.

Things can really get out of hand if you let them. Now, I'd rather we settle

this whole business as quietly as possible.

I'll live with it easier than I will.

Can I stamp your parking ticket, Mr. Schachter?

Oh, thank you. I appreciate it. Sorry.

I guess Arnie's annoyed at me.

Arnie just likes to get the best possible results for a client, that's

I know I should be mad at her.

I just feel like I'm better off putting it all behind me.

I, uh... I know this is none of my business.

And please, tell me to butt out if you want me to.

But I think sometimes it's dangerous not to get angry.

I don't want to sound like I've got it all figured out or anything, but if you

think you've been wronged, you have to speak up.

You have to do something to set things right. What about forgive and forget?

You can't forgive someone whom you've never blamed.

I don't say Nancy's right for what she did. I'm not telling you what you should

feel. If what your wife's done doesn't make you mad, that's all right.

You people react to things differently.

All I'm saying is that... is that if it does, you shouldn't be afraid to express

it.

I hope I'm not out of line, but... would you consider having dinner with me

tonight?

All rise.

Be seated.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We find the defendant, Israel Hirsch, guilty.

So say you all.

So say us all.

The defendant's bail is continued.

Sentencing is set for March 5th.

Well, I tell you, Mr. Hirsch, it was a tough case to win.

The poet is a prince of the clouds.

Haunting the tempest and laughing at the archer.

Exiled on earth among the shouting people.

Counselor, in my father's house.

I'm mentally mad.

Mr.

Cifuentes, may I speak to you a moment?

Sure.

I'm sorry about the verdict.

Oh, well, it was your call.

Well, after the judge's instructions, we just felt we didn't have any choice.

But it sounds like the judge isn't going to give him any time, though. Well,

we'll see.

Look, I don't know exactly how to say this, but you made what could have been

dull couple of days really very interesting.

You made me think of things I wouldn't have thought of otherwise.

And I just want to tell you it's appreciated.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

I've always been fascinated by lawyers.

I think it's watching the way they stake out a courtroom or watching them cross

-examine a witness.

It looks more glamorous than it actually is.

Yeah?

Look, I don't suppose that since the random chance of jury duty has sort of

thrown us together...

Would you perhaps consider having a bite of lunch together?

Would you? Yeah, I'd consider that.

Good.

I want you to know I'm not in the habit of asking men out. I wouldn't imagine

that you would have to.

Thank you.

That's really very nice.

So what made you do it this time?

I guess it was watching you work.

Sometimes I think I'd like to go to law school myself.

Really?

You think you'd want to be a lawyer?

Oh, I don't know.

The way you cross -examine that police officer, boring in again and again until

you expose them and then going in for the kill.

I can tell you really enjoy your work.

Yeah, I do. I really do.

Most of the time, anyway.

Well, I think that's important.

I like being around people who enjoy their work.

Let me ask you something.

How would you feel about going out sometime?

As in date?

I think I'd like that, Victor.

I've read the report on Kevin Rollins from the probation department, and it

presents far from a pretty picture.

An arrest record that you would expect from a career criminal, twice Kevin's

age. Possession of a controlled substance with intent to distribute.

Illegal possession of firearms, armed robbery.

He's been expelled from school for assaulting a teacher with a studded

Home life is certainly not encouraging.

Father abandoned mother, mother on methadone maintenance.

Kevin, do you have anything to say?

I got nothing to say to you.

You realize that I'm about to send you away.

So what? My voice is everywhere.

You think I'm scared to get sent up someplace?

No, Kevin. I don't think that you're scared of anything.

I'm not scared of anything you can do to me.

That's for damn sure.

Can you tell us why you did what you did?

She messed with my man.

Do you understand that it was her job to prosecute Mr. Buckner because he was

accused of killing someone?

She did her job.

I did my job.

Now you do your job.

All right, Kevin. I will do my job.

I commit you to the jurisdiction of the California Youth Authority until the age

of 24.

It is my profound hope that something or someone intervenes between now and then

to open your eyes to the possibility of being something other than a criminal.

If not for your benefit, then for all of ours.

It's all the same to me.

You know, I had a pretty terrific time tonight.

I had a pretty terrific time myself.

Really? Really.

It's funny, because this is the sort of thing I'm normally not very good at.

You're doing pretty good so far in my book.

Let's face it, Roxanne, I'm not a suave guy.

Cleo, I think you can trust me to draw my own conclusions.

You know, the best part of my coming to Mackenzie Brackman is that I've gotten

to meet you.

I guess being a secretary there has...

It's benefits as well.

So what do I do now?

You kiss me goodnight.

Can I call you sometime so we can go out again?

Yes, you can.

How about tomorrow night?

No problem. I'll tell her.

Uh -huh.

Thanks.

Your bodyguard's going to be five minutes late.

Traffic. Great.

How the hell is this bozo supposed to protect me if he can't even negotiate

morning rush hour?

Hey, don't kill the messenger.

Sorry. This whole thing is ridiculous.

Well, let's hope so.

I don't need a bodyguard.

Well, you probably don't. But a uniform presence can't hurt for a few more days.

It's an invasion of my privacy, Michael. I don't like it.

Yeah? Well, a 13 -year -old wacko with a 38 is also an invasion of your privacy.

Grace, I'm a little concerned that you're not more worried about this.

Michael, if they can get to the President of the United States, they can

hell get to me.

I refuse to worry about something I can't control.

To hell with this. I'm going.

No, you're not.

Oh, yeah?

Watch me.

Grace, you are behaving like a child.

If I am, it's because everyone is treating me like one. Why are we

about this?

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

Look, if you won't worry about yourself, at least do this for me, okay?

Okay, Daddy.

There's my girl.

If I'm good, do you take me to Disneyland?

How about one of those waterbed motels on Ventura Boulevard?

That's good, too.

Mm -hmm.

There he is.

Gotta go.

Yeah, well, have a reasonably pleasant day. Yeah, thanks.

And, um... Don't forget about the sleepy motel.

Uh, reservations for three.

Arnie, for the most part, I think you're being quite fair.

But by the same token, I think Nancy's also being fair.

The New York apartment is something she's grown attached to.

She's giving that up. It was never hers to give up. That apartment is Leon's

separate property.

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I don't want to argue that now. The point is to

require Nancy to pick up the taxes, utilities, and insurance on the

house. just because she's occupying it strikes me as most unjust.

What was her contribution to the acquisition of that house that she's

be occupying?

I hope you're not just talking dollars and cents here. Look, I feel like we're

moving backwards.

Leon, I thought you said you wanted me to have the house, didn't you? You're

getting the house. Well, how long do you think I'm going to keep it if I have to

pay for its upkeep?

It is a practical consideration, Leon. If she can't afford the maintenance on

the house, she can sell the house. She can take the money and buy a house she

can't afford.

Oh, wait a minute.

I'm operating here under the assumption that there's at least some recognition

on Leon's part that this house holds a very special sentimental place in

heart. This was the marital home.

I can't believe that you would see me lose that house.

After all I went through with that renovation.

Who picked out stenciled floor patterns?

Who went through custom mixing wall colors for six weeks? Or meeting with

architect or the contractors, did you?

Your accountant might have signed the checks.

But I put my heart and soul into that house.

Oh, I know. You put a great deal into that house.

And not just your heart and soul, either.

Judge, what is that supposed to mean?

What it means is that adultery, like a spiral staircase, adds to the cost of

construction. And my costs have become too much to bear. And I've been sitting

here listening to you. And you know something?

You're not getting the house.

What we're going to do is sell the house and then split the proceeds after I

first get back whatever separate property I sunk into it. Leon.

I'm going into shock.

What are you telling me now?

I thought that we were going to behave like human beings in this.

That's just what I'm doing.

You know, I'm sentimental about that house, too. I remember when we found it

together. I remember going out with you to buy furniture. And that certainly was

your house. I wouldn't deny it for a minute.

But it was also mine.

And you betrayed me there.

You gave yourself to another man, and you did it in my bed. Now, if I could

that house, I would, until it was ashes on the ground.

And then I'd salt the earth so nothing could grow.

Arnie will handle the rest of the settlement if there are any problems.

We all know where the courthouse is.

You all right? I feel good.

You should.

You showed a lot of strength in there.

You gave it to me.

Oh, I think you had it all along.

We're on for tonight, right?

Absolutely.

Oh, God, excuse me, Douglas. I'm sorry. It's all right, Stuart.

I'm going to wear this. I have to get used to it.

I can't be terrorized by the thought of people knowing.

It's not sensible.

Stuart, let me ask you a question.

Do you think this looks foolish?

No, I definitely do not think it looks foolish.

Would you wear one?

No. No, I wouldn't.

You'd go bald instead? I don't think there's any great shame in being bald,

Dennis. There's certainly no great advantage to it, either.

Yeah, well, I guess I had to take those things as they come, you know. But you

don't think I look foolish?

I think the only thing that looks foolish is acting in a way that makes

uncomfortable.

Being bald at 10 years to your age and worrying about it takes 10 years off

life Douglas We're all getting older.

So we got planned Yeah,

what's

the good word Victor right good words, but I have a date tomorrow night, but I

think it long left my plan really needed to something.

Oh, yeah? Who is she?

She was serving on the Hirst Bureau.

Systems analyst.

She likes Chinese food, loves the movies, dancing, and roller skating in

on the weekends.

Oh, sounds like a playmate of the month.

Well, I tell you, she is, uh, good -looking.

But I think the thing I like most about her is that she seems to be a real girl

-next -door type, you know?

I guess what I'm looking for most is just a little companionship.

Companionship is tough to find, Victor.

Mm -hmm.

You found it.

Yeah, I guess I did.

Where did you used to take Gracie?

Let's see.

La Chardonnay was the theme of some of our first dates. Oh, I heard about that.

It's nice, huh? It's real pretty.

I'll make a reservation.

I think we are going to hit it off.

Well, I called them, and they're booked solid for the next weekend.

Well, let's go someplace else. It doesn't really matter.

I don't care if we go to Encino as long as we get away.

Thanks. Can I have a little ketchup?

Mm -hmm.

Is that all you're going to eat?

That's it.

Boy, it really is a man's world, isn't it?

I trust you're going to explain that remark.

A woman can never let up.

How will she look in pants? How will she look in a skirt?

How will she look if, God forbid, she has to go to the beach?

She peers into the mirror looking for any signs that she might be growing

agonizing over everything from the profile of her chin to the diameter of

ankles. But a man can just scarf down his french fries, put his hands in his

pockets, and stroll out the door.

I don't buy it, Amy.

Men can be just as obsessed with their inadequacies, or pardon me, their

imagined inadequacies as women.

You don't think I've had a few anxious moments looking at this face in the

mirror?

You used to?

Yeah.

You seem to me to be more at ease with yourself than anyone I know.

I'm not always that way.

But I figure by 40 a man has the face he deserves.

I just hope by the time I'm 40 you'll be as happy with my face as you are with

your own.

Are you kidding?

No, I'm not. I may even be 50 one day.

I just hope you're 50 with me.

And 60.

And 70.

Ann, the things I love about you don't go away with age.

You'll be just as able to make me laugh then as you are now, right?

And calm me down and get me excited and drive me crazy.

That's why I love you.

Not because of the way you look in pants.

You don't like the way I look in pants?

Can we look at a dessert menu, please?

Hi, Conrad.

Grace. What can I do for you?

I wanted to see if we can't do a little house cleaning.

Starting, say, with LeShack?

Otherwise known as Fat Dave.

I'm not saying he's a saint, but it's a shaky raft. The cops searched the trunk

of his car. Now, maybe they had probable cause. Maybe they didn't. It's a

question mark. What are you looking for?

Thelonious assault to misdemeanor assault, burglary to trespassing. Now,

the facts, I don't think I'm being all that out of line. See, LeShack?

You agree?

I just said okay, didn't I?

Fantastic.

That wasn't so painful, was it?

Is that it?

Well, since I'm catching on a good day, what about Alma Rodriguez?

Now, we knock it down to petty theft so that with credit for time served, she

gets released on probation. What do you say?

Sure.

Sure.

Thank you.

Douglas, you're bald.

I think a lot of men look much better without hair.

Like who?

Sean Connery, Robert Duvall, John Glenn, Y .A. Tittle. Well, it comes right down

to it. Hair is a little iffy. I mean, the castrati never lost their hair.

The castrati?

You know, with the high voices.

People generally associate baldness with a high testosterone count. At least

that's what women tell me.

Well, no woman has ever told me that, Arnie.

Mike, you've got a full head of hair.

They don't want to hurt you. No, you pick this one.

All right.

All right.

Okay.

Yeah. Pick me up at eight.

I'll see you then.

Bye.

That wouldn't be eight o 'clock this evening you're referring to, would it?

Yeah, it would. Why?

Well, I was hoping that we could knock out the Romani separation agreement

tonight. Oh, I can't tonight, Arnie.

I've got plans.

Anyone I know?

Leon's actor.

Go to my office for a minute, Roxanne.

Rox, what are we talking about vis -a -vis you and Leon?

Is this a dinner with friendly chat, warm, supportive conversation leading to

spontaneous sexual fling?

Or are we into deep eyeball gazing here?

Arnie, I'll let you know.

Rox, close the door.

Look.

Leon is a sweet guy. I'm well aware of that.

But what I want you to be aware of is that he's also in a state of flux

emotionally, and that deserves some caution.

Rox, you are the textbook transitional woman, and I just don't want to see your

heart broken when Leon's ready to move on.

Arnie, guys like that, they're an absolute bundle of need. They have a

void in their own lives which they want for you to step in and fill.

Look, Rox, I'm not trying to knock Leon.

It's just that I don't want to see you...

expend yourself on someone who's going to be a chronic dependent.

That's all.

Arnie, I don't see Leon that way.

I see him as a sweet, considerate man who I am very much interested in

spending time with.

I disagree with your opinion of him.

But if what you say proves to be right, I'll deal with it.

When the time comes.

Do you want to see me, Bruce?

Come on in, Grace.

Sit down.

Coffee?

No, thanks.

How are you feeling?

Bruce. I'm asking you. And I'm telling you, I'm fine.

So, thank you for your concern, and I'd like to get back to work.

I know you would, but I can't let you.

Whether you care to admit it or not, that punk's bullet wounded more than

arm. He got to you, and he got to you deep.

Isn't psychoanalysis a little outside your area of expertise?

Yes, it is.

But running the DA's office isn't.

And I've got some real problems with your performance, lady.

Such as?

You're cutting deals like a general amnesty was declared.

I can't allow that to continue.

That's a lot of crap.

Don't tell me it's a lot of crap.

You knocked 11 felonies down to misdemeanors last week. You dropped the

on two cases altogether.

Both with solid arrests.

I thought I had some discretion around here. I thought I was supposed to use my

judgment. Is this judgment or fear?

Now you've got defense lawyers lining up to get into your office because the

word is out that you're gun -shy. I can't allow this office to roll over

you're scared to death to set foot in a courtroom.

If I do that, Rollins will have taken down a good deal more than Grace Van

Until further notice, you're on the desk.

Rollins didn't take me down, Bruce. You're doing it.

I don't deserve this. It isn't a punishment.

The hell it isn't.

I have clocked as many hours in here as anyone else, both before and after the

shooting. In return, I get second -guessed and humiliated.

You've lost your strength.

I want it back.

It feels like the only thing I've lost is my job.

Hey. Hi.

I was just on my way to pick you up. Well, I got done with work early, and I

called your secretary to find out where you'd be.

Oh, I was really hoping I'd get another chance to watch you work. Oh, I'm sorry

to disappoint you.

I was just filing a motion.

Oh.

We have the whole courtroom to ourselves.

Yeah?

Our reservations aren't until 7 .30, so I thought maybe we can go for a drive or

something.

Actually, you know what would really be interesting?

I'd like to see what it's like to be cross -examined.

What do you mean?

Well, I'll be the defendant, and I want you to interrogate me.

I want to see if you can strip away my composure. I don't know.

Oh, come on.

Come on.

Let's say I stand accused of, oh, I don't know, prostitution.

I don't understand. You want me to make this up as I go along?

Oh, come on. You know what to do.

You were standing on the corner of Hollywood and Ivar at about 3 a .m.,

that true?

Yeah. I go there sometimes.

Describe what you were wearing.

Satin shorts, lurex tights, seven -inch heels, and a

tank top that said, so many men, so little time.

Come on.

Isn't it a fact that you approached a certain car that stopped for a light on

Ibar? I might have.

And didn't you offer to perform various sexual acts in return for money?

Oh, my God.

You're calling me a whore.

Gwen. In front of all these people, you're calling me a whore.

You're saying I performed sexual acts on men whose names I didn't even know.

Gwen. Dozens of men each day.

What did I do to them?

Say it out loud. Say it out loud.

Violate me, Victor.

Violate me until they throw me down into that cell and the jailer locks the

door. Treat me like the whore that I am.

Oh, I forgot.

You're not like the rest.

You won't be slobbering over me in the car later after you've bought me a quick

meal.

Romance is a lie, jerk!

I put six years into that office.

It doesn't count for a thing.

I could have been making three times the money I'm making now, but instead, I've

got close to nothing in the bank.

And I can stand back at work for my trouble.

You really think that's what Rogoff's doing? Yeah, I do.

You have an alternate interpretation you want to give me?

Yeah.

I think he sees that you were shaken, and he's trying to help. Do me a favor,

Cusack. Don't you start wringing your hands over me.

I've had it up to here with all this solemn paternalistic clucking.

That kid turned that corridor into a war zone, Gracie.

Getting shot is not... Now, wait a minute. I'm the one who got shot.

Don't you tell me what it is and what it isn't. I don't need a nursemaid.

I don't need for you to be sitting there staring at me like I was some orphan at

Christmas time.

I got hit by a bullet. Okay, that's what happened.

The doctor treated the wound. The whole thing will be healed in another week and

a half.

My life doesn't have to change one bit. Do you understand that? Not one bit.

I do not need a shrink.

I do not need a vacation.

I do not need to eat. I do not need to break down.

Grace. No.

Grace.

Grace.

Michael, I'm so scared.