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Previously on L .A. Law.

Your mother?

She's gone.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

On the distant peaks of this world's horizon.

For life goes on. What are you doing?

No death.

Who are you?

I'm your brother.

Gordon. A devotion to loved ones.

Attorney Michael Greenbaum, representing the co -defendant in this matter, has

apparently taken ill and can't continue.

So we're going to have to suspend our trial schedule temporarily until we

appoint somebody else.

I want somebody with murder one experience.

Well, I don't know if she'd be interested, but I could ask former

Grace Van Owen. She's done plenty of capital cases.

So what do you say? Will you do it?

It'd be fun to work together, wouldn't it? Yes, it would.

I wish you well, Douglas.

And if you're ever in Seattle, if you feel like looking me up, I'd be honored.

Wait! What do you do in Seattle?

I'm a psychotherapist.

Have you ever given yourself to him?

Not given in.

But really given.

I want to try.

Me too.

Please, Miss Van Olden.

I'm begging you.

Take my case, please. I didn't do anything. I'm taking your case, Tom.

No positive ID, no trace of the gun, and the priors are inadmissible?

Well, except to impede you. So if we don't put our guys in the stand, the

will never know about the other holdup.

May I start this meeting by taking a moment to say how in the hustle -bustle

our busy lives, it's so easy for the intimacy and the sharing to be lost.

I just want you to know that you all mean a great deal to me.

That said, Wochuk versus City of Industry Press.

Copyright infringement. We just received their interrogatories.

Michael, how goes your murder case?

It goes.

No significant differences in strategy between you and Grace?

Not yet.

Are we looking at a lengthy trial here?

I don't think so. Neither of us is letting our client testify.

Excellent. Arnold.

Lieber versus Lieber. He's lost 30 pounds. Now she's campaigning for

reconciliation.

Stay tuned.

Apropos of which, I'd like a moment of your time this morning to discuss

Brackman versus Brackman.

Granted. Finally, in rage for ACA.

Dr. Lawrence and I are meeting with the hospital administrators this morning.

I'm sorry, but I can't believe you've taken this case on.

I've taken it on because Dr. Lawrence's medical group is our client.

As a woman, how can you justify getting a court order to prematurely deliver

this baby against her will? Must we endlessly debate this? I would think

you of all people wouldn't be siding with the right to lifers on this one.

is not an abortion case, Arnold. And I'm surprised at you for not seeing the

difference. You've got a pregnant woman in the late stages of acute terminal

leukemia who refuses at giant risk to her child to let the doctor deliver four

weeks early by cesarean. Anne, it's her body, and she has a right to make that

call. An eight -month -old fetus, in utero or out, has rights too.

No. Civil rights do not vest until you're born. Oh, please. We're talking

an infant with a better chance right now at survival outside its mother than

inside. At the cost of the mother's life. The mother is terminal. So it's

for the court to issue an order which in effect sentences this woman to die by C

-section?

I think we're adjourned.

Douglas, I want you to be the first to know. Know what?

I'm in love.

Really? Who's the lucky woman?

Sheila Brackman.

I know what you're thinking, but it's true.

She's been throwing pots.

Really? And we're talking again.

Really communicating.

Really sharing.

What brought all this on? She's made a major breakthrough, psychology -wise.

And we're seriously considering... recommitting to each other marriage

fidelity -wise, sex -wise. That's great, Douglas.

That's really great.

So, I was thinking we might want to cancel our settlement meeting.

This is where I'm going to have to disagree, Douglas.

Look, if the two of you are getting back on the treadmill, what better form than

a settlement conference in which to test your newfound communication?

I suppose there is some wisdom in that.

I just don't want an adversarial proceeding.

Nothing will make me happier than to see you happy, Douglas.

Thank you, my friend.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, but if we force a C -section on a woman against her will, we're

looking at major litigation.

The court will be doing the forcing, Mr. Goodwin, not you. We just need the

hospital's support.

Our lawyers tell us that we are not totally insulated by a court order.

We still run the risk of liability to the extent that we help get that court

order if it's later reversed. Is that all you think about? Legal liability?

Bradley, we... No, this is why we have insurance for God's sake. No, this is

more than a matter of insurance, Bradley.

Our concern here is... Your only concern is exposure, and I find that

reprehensible. All you can think about is negative publicity and higher

premiums. We're talking about saving a human life. What we're talking about

here, Doctor, is a hospital being asked to trample the legal rights of a

patient.

Even if the operation is a complete success, we're still staring at a

with big numbers, probably sponsored by the ACLU.

Now, if either the mother or the fetus should die during the procedure, and

that's a very real possibility, we are going to be faced with catastrophic

damages. Mr. Goodwin. On the other hand, if we do nothing and the mother dies of

leukemia, our exposure on her death is zero.

Now, as for the infant death... We're told that a fetus has no cause of action

for wrongful deaths. This is no fetus, mister. This is a viable baby girl who

also a patient in your hospital, and you have a duty of care to... Our attorneys

tell us that a fetus has no legal rights before it's born. You're worried about

liability, Mr. Goodwin. How's this for a scare?

According to Dr.

Lawrence, the longer that baby is left in utero, the more she's being oxygen

-starved. She could be born alive with permanent brain damage.

I emphasize the word alive, Mr. Goodwin, as in lifelong physical and mental

suffering. That is a lawsuit that will shut your doors.

And I'll take the case for free.

We will not support your position on this, Miss Kelsey.

Then I'll get the court order without you.

Come on, Bradley.

We'll be back.

Come on, Gracie.

Cop to murder, too, and take the day off.

Thanks, but no thanks.

You really want to risk a death penalty with a 19 -year -old kid, huh?

You've got no eyewitnesses to the crime. You can't trace the weapon. No gunshot

residue on a pair of gloves. You can't prove belonged to either boy. I'll take

my chances. Hey, Gracie.

How many years have we worked together putting scum like this away, huh?

You and I both know they did it. Let's not waste time. I'm not the DA on this,

Walt. I am a defense attorney.

And if I were still in the department, I probably wouldn't even prosecute this

loser. Well, it might not be open and shut, but it is no loser. I wouldn't be

involved... Really? Then how come you're squirming for a last -minute plea?

Don't you underestimate me, Grace.

I'm going to get these guys.

The evidence will show that the defendant, Andrew Prescott,

walked into Leo Madison's corner convenience store... At midnight,

7th, 1988, he rested the barrel of a sawed -off shotgun

against Mr. Madison's left temple and then, after cleaning out the cash

register, pulled the trigger.

And a 63 -year -old grandfather was suddenly, brutally dead.

Mr. Prescott then ran out of the store where he was seen.

by a witness jumping into a car driven by that man, Thomas Mullaney.

You will be shown the gun that was found in the store.

We will present to you a pair of black gloves that Mr. Prescott was seen

throwing into a storm drain two miles from the scene. And you will be told

when the police arrived at the store, they found Mr.

Madison in a pool of blood.

His brains splattered against the back wall with virtually no face left.

I warn you, the evidence will sometimes be graphic. And I apologize to you if

during the course of this trial I should cause any of you to feel squeamish.

But homicide is sickening, ladies and gentlemen.

And this trial is about a cold -blooded, brutal murder.

Douglas. I brought you a present.

Um, it's kind of not a great time right now.

Fifty pounds of wet clay from Westwood Potters.

Uh, Douglas, I'm really in the middle of something. I appreciate that, and I

have no wish to intrude on your creative process, but I'm standing here getting

a hernia.

Go away.

It's okay, Sheila. Let him in.

Gordon? Is that Gordon?

Yes. I'm glad you're here.

I tried calling you. Your hotel.

What is going on here?

We're throwing pot.

Naked? Yeah. You ought to give it a try.

Come on.

Jump out of that thing. Plunge in. Come on. Get out! Okay.

You're threatened.

Let's talk about it. Out now!

You get out, Douglas! This is my space! Which I own.

I want him out of here! I knew it. I knew he would try to destroy everything.

Sheila, what did we talk about?

We leave. I can't!

Douglas, I think you're overreacting to what is really a very loving and

innocent expression of the creative impulse. Now, come on. If you just roll

your sleeves and throw a potter to yourself. Good idea.

Douglas, don't do this.

You're right. I like it. I work.

He's out of control.

Gordon, do something.

Yeah.

I want an injunction.

I don't want him near my house, Sheila's loft.

Hold on. And call Ivan McCary. I'm not paying the mortgage. I'm turning off the

electricity. She's not getting another dime.

Idle threats may make you feel better, Douglas, but Sheila is going to go into

court, get a support order, and we are going to be right back where we started.

I don't care.

I want to crush them. Then let's crush them constructively.

How?

First, I'm going to do a complete background check on this guy. Plus, I'm

to contact the American Psychoanalytic Association.

We may have grounds for a fat malpractice suit here.

Good. What else?

It'll be ugly and expensive.

I don't care.

Until now, I've only talked to McCary about money.

If you want to drop a bomb at the settlement conference tomorrow, I say we

the kids into play.

File for custody on grounds she's not fit to be a mother.

Yes. I like it.

Do it.

Okay. I show you this jacket, marked People's Exhibit 3, and ask you if you

recognize it.

Yes, it's the jacket that he was wearing when he came running out of the store.

Let the record reflect that the witness has once again indicated the defendant,

Andrew Prescott. Now, you're absolutely sure that this is the same jacket you

saw that night?

Definitely. I remember that rip on the back.

Yes, that's the exact tear I saw that night. Thank you.

Nothing further.

No.

You never saw his face, did you?

No, I didn't. Thank you, Miss Salter. Nothing further?

You say the man jumped into a car, Miss Salter. What kind of car?

I don't know. It was a big car.

Brown? Blue? Black?

Two -door? Four -door? I don't know. It screeched away very fast after the man

got in. And you never saw the driver, did you?

No. For all you know, the driver could have been me.

Yes. In fact, you don't know that the driver wasn't me, do you?

No. No, I don't.

No further questions.

Dr. Lawrence.

How can you do this to us?

Chris, believe me. If for one moment I thought there was any other way, any

chance at all for that baby... This is not about the baby.

This is about you.

Deciding who lives and who dies.

I can't stand by unless they both die.

Who says they will?

Who the hell are you? God?

All I am is a doctor. Two patients trying to figure out what's right.

right? You think you mind your own damn business?

What's wrong is going into that courtroom looking for a death sentence

wife. Counselor, please.

Come on, Chris.

We're not going to settle it out here.

From what you're telling me, this operation could kill the mother.

The mother is going to die before full term anyway, Your Honor. That much is

medical certainty.

There is no such thing. It could be today or a week from today, but she is

terminal. The only question here is whether we're going to have one death or

two. There is no chance of the baby getting leukemia, Your Honor. The blood

supplies are separate. That's not the issue, Your Honor. The mother's system

shutting down.

If we don't get that baby out fast, it will die. According to who? The same

doctors who told Tracy she'd be dead a month ago?

Miss Kelsey, what if the mother...

doesn't die before the onset of labor.

According to Dr. Lawrence, it's highly doubtful she could survive labor, Your

Honor. And it's virtually certain she'll not survive a cesarean. In the last 12

hours alone, her condition has worsened, Your Honor. If my client dies, they can

go in then. But they have no right to invade her body. The odds against a

successful post -mortem delivery are prohibitive, Your Honor. Do you call it

successful when a mother dies on the table? That's enough.

Your Honor, I don't mean to dismiss the emotional arguments made by Mr. O

'Keefe. But if you don't issue that court order, a viable life...

an innocent baby girl will be dead.

And we're talking about a death that's avoidable with one swing of your gavel.

Mr. Arnett, help me out here, will you?

I have to think you want this baby.

Of course I want it, Judge.

But they're asking me to give permission to end Tracy's life.

I can't do that.

But according to the medical evidence, Mr. Arnett...

Her life is going to end very soon.

She feels in her heart that she can hang on, Your Honor.

She feels, as a mother, that she can fight off this disease long enough to

the baby to term.

And these lawyers and doctors keep telling her that she doesn't have the

to try.

And they're trying to rob her.

Of the very moment that is keeping her alive.

The moment when she gets to give birth.

To give life.

They want to kill her before she could ever know that joy.

And I just can't let them.

She doesn't want to die yet, Your Honor.

She wants to keep fighting.

I'll take this under advisement and make my ruling as quickly as possible.

I'm, uh, I'm nervous about the red jacket, Mickey.

It takes more than a jacket ID to get a murder conviction.

A red jacket with a distinctive grip. It does a good job of placing them at the

scene. Trouble is, Grace, you're still thinking like a DA. Remember, they've

to prove guilt beyond a reasonable doubt. I know it's the word reasonable

worries me.

And you are sure that these are the same two men that you saw sitting in that

car on the night of January 7th?

I'm positive it was Thomas Mullaney in the driver's seat. As for the other

fellow, I could only make out the red jacket when he got out of the car.

And what did he do when he got out of the car?

He threw what looked like a pair of gloves into the storm drain.

Then he got back in the car and they drove away.

Thank you, sir.

That's all.

You said the man threw what looked like a pair of gloves into the storm drain.

Yes. You positive that they were gloves?

Positive, no, but I... And you didn't see the man's face, correct?

That's correct.

No further questions.

I have no questions for this witness.

Your Honor, a ten -minute recess to confer with co -counsel?

Very well. This court will convene in ten minutes.

Why didn't you cross -examine?

I've got nothing to cross him on. It doesn't matter if you don't ask

You're basically admitting to the jury that there's nothing to question.

You use your strategy. I'll use mine, Counselor.

Grace, now what is going on here?

I'm thinking of having my client testify.

Oh, are you crazy? The first witness clearly put your guy at the scene. This

witness just as clearly put my client with your guy. Yeah, but that doesn't

that you have to put him under... It means their circumstantial evidence is

suddenly good circumstantial evidence.

The jury knows Thomas Mullaney was there, Michael. He's got to give an

explanation. Otherwise, they're going to assume... So, so what explanation?

The truth. That he just sat in the car. That he didn't know... Well, so if he

says that, then my guy is dead.

I'm sorry, Michael, but your client can't be my concern. I have to do what's

best for Melania. For God's sake, Grace, we agreed not to put them on the stand.

Because we thought there was no need. But after what I've seen... No!

You're not going to do this.

Hey, you're the one who roped me into this.

And now that I am a defense attorney, I'm going to damn well defend my client.

Fine, but let me tell you what I'm going to do. I'm bringing a motion for

separate trials right now because as far as my client's concerned, you... Think

of co -counsel.

Do whatever you want.

And, uh,

I just stayed in the car while Andy got out.

I didn't even turn the engine off.

Your Honor, I renew my motion to sever. I object.

Counsel, approach.

Mr. Cusack. Your Honor, our defense strategies are so incompatible. I gave

my ruling on this yesterday.

It's too late to sever.

I know, Judge, but I'm asking for a reconsideration here. You're not going

get one.

Your Honor. Your objection is preserved for appeal.

Now step back and proceed, everybody.

Mr. Mullaney, what happened after Mr. Prescott entered the store?

Objection assuming facts not in evidence.

Sustained. Did Mr.

Prescott enter the store?

Objection. Leading.

Where did Mr.

Prescott go?

Into the store.

Did you know why he went into the store? No, I thought... Objection asked and

answered. He said no. I am trying to establish the witness's state of mind.

she didn't ask that. I am asking it now.

The witness can answer the question.

Um, I thought he was going into the store to buy beer.

I'd even given him money for it. And what happened next?

Well, the next thing I know...

He hops back in the car, kind of freaked.

He tells me that... Objection.

Hearsay. Admission, Your Honor. Exception to the hearsay rule.

Objection is overruled. But this is not... I said overruled, Mr. Cusack.

What did Mr. Prescott say when he got back into the car?

He told me he shot the store owner and he thought he was dead.

He's lying!

Sit down, Mr. Prescott. I never say anything like that. I said sit down.

Mr. Mullaney, what did you do after Mr. Prescott said this to you?

Well, at first, I couldn't believe it. I mean, I didn't even know he had a gun.

I never even saw a gun.

Then Andy started screaming, take off, take off.

So I did.

We were so freaked out.

We had to get a grip, you know.

Thank you.

I have nothing further.

Mr. Mulaney, on July 10th, 1986, you were convicted of breaking and entering

burglary. Isn't that correct? Offered to impeach, Your Honor. A felony

conviction bears directly upon the credibility of the witness. Overruled,

overruled, overruled.

I'm going to allow it for impeachment.

Members of the jury, you'll consider this conviction only as it pertains to

witness's credibility.

It has nothing to do with the crime he's charged with today. Go ahead, Mr.

Cusack. Since the time of your arrest, Mr. Mullaney, you have steadfastly

maintained that you and Mr. Prescott were innocent. Is that correct?

Well, yeah, but... And yet here you are today suddenly announcing that Mr.

Prescott confessed the crime to you that very night.

Now tell us, were you lying to the police or are you simply lying to the

here today? Objection! I object, Your Honor. Withdrawn.

Nothing further.

Manslaughter? You must be dreaming.

Well, your case still wobbles, Walter. I'm offering you a guarantee. No, no,

My case does not wobble, partner.

Not after the concert that kid just gave in there.

Well, what if we caved in to murder, too? What kind of time would you be at?

not caving in to murder, too. You know, I love you guys.

I come to you two days ago looking to make a deal, and you point me to the

nearest cliff.

Well, now you can take the leap, consular.

I got your boy in first degree, and I'm not letting go.

Sorry.

No deal.

Uh, what if I just admit to the robbery part, huh?

Tell them how the gun went off. I mean, if the guy hadn't grabbed the thing... I

keep telling you, Andy, it doesn't matter.

They can still nail you with first degree even though it was an accident.

the whole idea behind the felony murder rule.

I gotta do something.

What if I, uh, just, uh, when I get up there, I make something up?

It's called perjury.

What do you think they're gonna do, add another ten years onto a death sentence?

Andy, ethically, I can't allow you to take the stand if I know you're gonna

Yeah, I hear you.

So, uh, why don't you just let me testify anyway?

I promise I'll tell the whole truth.

Okay?

I advise against it.

You said it's my right, didn't you?

Yes, it's your right.

Then do it.

Hi.

You okay?

No.

Tracy Arnett wants to see me.

Just got off the phone with her lawyer.

God.

That's what I said.

What'd you really say?

That I'd have to think about it.

I'm just gonna call him and tell him I can't do it. Why not?

Well, what about professional distance, Stuart? Not getting drawn into this

thing on a personal level.

How can you take on a case like this and not get involved on a personal level?

Stuart, I have a duty to my client.

Okay, then call Dr. Lawrence and see if he's got a problem with it.

It's not Dr. Lawrence I'm worried about.

It's me.

Stuart, I dread going up there.

What if I see her and I fall apart? How am I going to conduct the rest of my

case? Look, it's your decision, but legals aside...

Ann, she's lying there in a hospital room, and she's

isolated.

She's terrified.

If you go, you can humanize a lot of what's happened to her.

Guess I gotta do it, don't I?

I think you do.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Good afternoon, Douglas.

Hi, I'm Gordon Salt. Arnold Becker.

Would you have a seat, please?

That's my cashmere sweater.

My Turnbull and Asser shirt, my slacks, my Gucci loafers.

Possessions are the last refuge of the insecure, Douglas. What do any of us

really own?

How about the clothes you're wearing? The bed you're sleeping in? The food

you're eating, you dried piece of snot? Douglas, sit down.

Thank you.

Now, Douglas, Sheila, Mr. Salt.

That's Dr. Salt.

A doctor of exactly what, sir?

I hold a master's in social work and a Ph .D.

in clinical psychology with a license to practice in the state of Washington.

With all due respect, you're the only license you've ever held. They're the

they make in prison workshops.

What is he talking about?

A copy of his resume.

Eighteen months in Attica for bigamy, a year in the state pen at Vacaville for

marketing phony gemstones. As far as we can tell, and we are still checking.

The only thing he hasn't misrepresented is that he really is the son of Douglas

Brackman Sr.

True.

We've all been in one kind of prison or another.

Ironic, isn't it? I had to be locked up in order to discover that true

liberation lies in helping others.

More psychobabble double talk!

Did anything I say to you ever ring false? Did you not feel better? Did you

release your anger? And is your anger now because you were lied to?

No.

Because you were stolen from?

No.

Because you treat your wife like you're Gucci loafers instead of a sentient,

independent being?

Yes. That may float in a toilet bowl, sir, but it will not float in a custody

hearing. What? You heard him.

I'm going for the children.

And no judge is going to look favorably upon the fact that you've taken up

residence with a convicted felon.

Got a lot of rage in you, Mr. Becker.

Yeah, you're overweight as a kid, I bet.

Look, don't you start with me, mister. Is that a threat?

Fat boy?

You want fat? I'll give you fat. Arnold! I think we've made our case.

You may want to get your lawyer back, Sheila. We're gonna tear you to ribbons.

You're laughable, Douglas.

You haven't spent 15 minutes with those kids since they were six years old. You

want them?

You don't have to go to court.

You can have them.

Let's go, Gordon.

Get out before I throw you out.

When I went up to the counter, I, um... That's when I first saw him.

He was just lying there on the floor.

Blood everywhere.

And what did you do then?

I, uh...

I panicked.

I first thought, uh, call the police, but then, uh, I mean, how would that

I mean, I have a criminal record.

I've robbed stores just like this.

So, I mean, I started thinking, they're gonna think I did it.

So I just took off. I ran out.

I, uh, I jumped in the car.

I told Tommy to fly.

I said the guy had been shot.

Why don't we just get out of here before the cops come?

That's all I said. I never said I killed the guy.

I mean, he's lying. He knows I never did it.

Objection as to what Tommy knows.

Sustained. You gotta believe me. The guy was dead when I got there. He was just

lying there in all that blood.

I didn't do it.

God knows I didn't do it.

Michael. Michael, he was lying. Then why didn't you cross -examine him?

Because, as you damn well know, the jury bought that garbage my guy walked to.

But that doesn't change the fact that you suborned her, Jerry. That's not

My client demanded that I put him on a stand. I had no choice.

That's pretty shoddy rationale, Counselor. You want to know what's

Grace?

Attacking me personally and taking advantage of it professionally. Now that

shoddy.

Tracy.

I'm Ann Kelsey.

I didn't think you'd come.

If this is a bad time, I can come back later.

Like when?

Are you married?

Yes.

Children?

No, not yet.

What if it's the only chance your baby has?

I can live long enough to have it on my own.

The doctors don't think so.

They're not always right.

No. But do you really want your baby to

bear the risk that they are?

I don't want to die under all those bright, light, smooth colors.

Forget to hold my baby or hear her cry.

Tracy, this situation is so unfair.

And I don't pretend to know what's right.

But your baby could die.

And it seems to me in this whole myth that that would be the wrongest thing of

all.

It was my decision to have this baby not theirs.

It was my decision not to have the chemotherapy.

My decision to put up with the acne so

that I could give birth to my baby.

Is that so much to want before I die?

He said you wanted to talk to me, woman to woman.

I want to tell you that you have a chance to bring a

healthy baby girl into this world.

And I think you've suffered too much agony for that not to happen.

Go away.

Please, just...

You can't find Andrew Prescott guilty ladies and gentlemen unless you're

convinced of that guilt beyond a reasonable doubt That's impossible here

Because all you've got to go on is what's been seen, what's been heard,

what's been found.

Okay, category number one.

What's been seen?

The sum total is that my client was seen walking into a store. That's it.

Nothing else.

Certainly not enough for a murder conviction.

Which brings us to category number two.

What's been heard?

And for that...

All we have is the say -so of this man who claims that my client admitted the

crime. But what this is, ladies and gentlemen, is a scared and desperate kid

trying to save his own skin.

Now, don't you think that it's strange that he never told the police or anybody

else about this supposed admission?

And then, on the second to the last day of the trial, when things are going very

badly for him, suddenly all this new information blurts out.

He panicked.

He figured, well, a guy's been killed.

The jury's going to want to convict somebody, so he offered up my client.

Now, you're free to believe him if you want, but remember this.

He's a convicted felon with a motive to point the finger.

He's not enough to persuade beyond a reasonable doubt.

Which brings us to category number three, what's been found.

And for category number three, folks, we have absolutely nothing.

No evidence to trace my client to the gun.

No gunshot residue. As a matter of fact, no evidence whatsoever to even suggest

that my client fired a gun.

No blood, no tissue on my client's body or clothing, despite the fact that the

victim's head allegedly blew up only three feet away from him.

The physical evidence in this case is zero.

Now, you add that zero to the skeletal evidence, in categories one and two, and

you are left with the reality that they are trying to convict Andrew Prescott of

murder simply because he walked into a store at the wrong time.

Beyond a reasonable doubt?

No way.

As a matter of law, you must find Andrew Prescott not guilty.

He's right.

You haven't got enough here to convict Andrew Prescott of murder.

And if you can't convict him, you obviously, definitely can't convict him.

And even if you somehow choose to find Mr. Prescott guilty, you still have to

acquit Mr. Mullaney because the only evidence against Mr. Mullaney is that he

sat in the car.

Nothing whatsoever.

suggests that he even knew what was happening, much less that he

Which means, ladies and gentlemen, the only thing left for me to do is to waste

time convincing you of something you already have to know.

I won't.

And may I trace the A, Your Honor?

I don't remember a case that's made me hate being a judge more than this one

has.

To grant the motion now before me risks hastening a dying woman's death.

To deny it risks the life and well -being of her child.

I can't help but feel that a human being should never be called upon to make

such a decision.

However, given that I am, the plaintiff's motion...

is hereby granted.

An order is issued placing the fetus in the custody of the court.

Restraining any and all persons interfering with the birth of said fetus

cesarean section to be performed by Dr.

Bradley Lawrence forthwith.

Mr.

Arnett, I can't... Chris!

Stop it!

Chris! What are you doing?

Rusty, it's Douglas Brackman.

I came at a bad time.

Not at all, honey. Come on in.

Come on.

I'm sorry for barging in like this.

I was driving along Sunset.

I, uh... I think I'm having some kind of crisis.

Poor baby.

Would you like a sandwich and a glass of milk?

Yes, please.

I didn't realize how hungry I was.

I've been so distraught, I haven't taken the time to eat.

Have a cookie.

Finding out about you and my father, discovering you bore him a child, then

own mother's death, it seems like some kind of watershed.

Ever since the funeral, my life's been like one long, spiraling nightmare.

Oh, honey.

Plus, my marriage is over, irrevocably.

On top of everything else, another half -brother shows up.

Gordon.

You know about him?

Your father never kept secrets from me.

He kept his entire life secret from me.

It's just so hard to confront the fact that I'm 43 years old and I'm all

alone. 43?

Honey, drive 59.

It's just the way life works out sometimes.

You have to keep a positive attitude.

Finish the cookies.

It must have been hard for you.

What, honey?

With my father and everything.

He told me he loved me.

That he was going to divorce your mother and marry me. You would have been my

stepmother. Why didn't you? If he loved you and you had a child with him?

People promise you forever.

Then they drop you on your head.

I know exactly what you mean.

People think you get older, your desire dries up. You get used to the

loneliness. But you don't.

People look at me, they see an old woman.

But I don't feel like an old woman. I still feel young.

You want to see what I looked like when your father knew me?

Oh, my God.

Don't be embarrassed, honey.

These are porno movies.

I had a beautiful body. I wasn't ashamed to show it.

I was sexy, wasn't I?

God, yes.

Am I sexy now?

Yes.

It's okay.

It's okay, sweetie.

Mama's gonna take... Good care of you.

Has the jury reached its verdict?

Yes, Your Honor.

What say you? We, the jury, in the matter of people versus Prescott and

find the defendant, Andrew Prescott, guilty of murder in the first degree.

And we further find the defendant, Thomas Mulaney, not guilty.

Thank you so much. Congratulations Tommy.

You were the best.

You're a free man.

Court is adjourned.

She died on the table, Stuart.

The baby?

Baby's fine.

That's a lot to be grateful for.

So how come I feel like a murderer?

Anne, I want to show you something.

Take a good look, Anne.

You didn't take a life.

You saved a life.

Look at them, Stuart.

They show up one day, and all they can do is wriggle and cry.

They look up at you with complete innocence, and they say, do everything

If you don't, I'll die.

So you do.

And then there's baby girl, Arnette.

Got doctors buzzing all around her.

She's got all her fingers and all her toes.

The only thing she doesn't have is her mommy.