All language subtitles for L.A. Law S03E02 The Son Also Rises

Previously on LA Law. So, you free for
lunch?

Oh, I don't have a lot of free time,
David.

It's really kind of important, Roxanne.

I need to talk to you about an extremely
important matter.

Okay. Based on my performance during the
last two years, do you anticipate that

I will eventually be invited to be a
partner?

That's a premature question.

Give me a premature answer.

At this time, we don't anticipate
extending that invitation.

But that doesn't mean... Thank you.
Thank you.

I think I get the gist of my review.

Hey, Rock.

Hey, Arnie.

How was your weekend?

I got married.

You what?

Jennifer, I'd like to... We're having an
impromptu wedding celebration here at

the firm.

And if you get this message and you'd
care to join us...

Me?

Perhaps we could have some dinner
afterwards.

These last few weeks together, I never
knew that it could be like this.

The way you look at me, the way you make
me feel. The doctor said it'll take at

least six months to get pregnant. Even a
year isn't totally normal.

Stuart, maybe you should get tested.

Me? Ann, we've only been trying for a
few months.

It hasn't only been a few months.

I stopped using birth control over a
year ago.

I'm Jennifer.

Hi. I'm so glad you got my message.

I thought maybe after our little party
we could get some dinner.

I'd love that.

Michael, Grace, Benny, I'd like you to
meet a friend of mine.

First up, the real estate syndication
for Alex Papachristo.

I'm executing all the documents today
with counsel, but Abby, I'll need you to

cover the closing for me on Thursday.

I can't. I'm not free.

What do you mean, you're not free?

I mean, I'm not free.

I have an appointment Thursday
afternoon.

This is a big client.

Do you mind telling me what on earth
could be so important that you would...

am interviewing for an associate's
position at Scheer Heilbronner, and I'm

missing it. You're still a valued member
of this family, Abby.

And I don't think you should... Leland,
this is not a family. It's a law firm.

And you're only a valued member here to
the extent that you are able to generate

revenue.

I'm free, Douglas. I'll cover the
closing.

Very well.

Moving on to Richardson versus
Richardson.

Motion to dismiss this afternoon, and
I've never even heard of it. I just got

it. Our client, Matthew Richardson, age
13, was slapped by his father, Kevin

Richardson. So Matthew slapped him with
a lawsuit for assault and battery.

Wait a minute.

A kid suing his own father?

He got a guardian ad litem and legal aid
filed the papers for him.

Later, since he comes from a rich
family, he was ruled ineligible for the

assistance. So how'd we get it? Camille
Hendrickson was a legal aid lawyer.

She's a personal friend. She asked me to
do it for her.

Naturally, you accepted with no regard
as to how we'd be compensated.

Douglas, he's a child.

I'll probably be rid of it by the end of
the day.

This is great. Can't wait till the day
when kids start divorcing themselves

their parents. At least you'll be able
to represent your emotional

contemporaries. Change?

That was funny, Mike.

Excuse me.

May I help you? Oh, I just need to talk
to Leland for a minute.

Jennifer, I... Shh, Leland. I just
wanted to thank you for last night.

And to let you know that if you have any
anxiety about your abilities...

You have absolutely nothing to worry
about.

Jennifer, now, this is totally
inappropriate.

Oh, come on, Leland. No, it's not.

This would be inappropriate.

Leland.

Leland.

Birth to Leland.

Leland! Huh?

Huh?

Are you listening?

Of course I'm listening. I'm just
thinking about another matter. That's

Let's move on there, Douglas. Move on.

And I can't help think that a lawsuit
might do more harm than good.

He hit me hard, Miss Kelsey.

He knocked me down.

But as I understand it, that was the
only time he ever hit you.

And you did swear at him first.

And maybe it just makes more sense to
forgive and forget than dragging your

whole family into court. Yeah, but when
he punishes me, he always tells me it's

for my own good.

Maybe this is for his own good.

But a trial.

That's a really big thing, Matthew.

He always taught me to stand up for
myself if I was treated wrong.

I'm standing up now.

I'm doing what he taught me.

What if I get him to apologize?

He won't.

Let me try.

If I can't, we'll go forward with a
hearing this afternoon.

That would be really excellent.

Tell your mother to have you at the
courthouse by 3 o 'clock. Okay.

See you then. Bye.

Arnie, can I talk to you for a minute?

A little busy, Rox. Can I wait till
tomorrow?

It's important.

Okay. Let's hear it.

David's sister.

split up from her husband and he's
afraid he's going to sell the house and

the money. If you're about to ask me to
represent her, Roxanne, you can stop

right there. Arnie. I am totally
swamped. Arnie.

Please.

She's my sister -in -law, my family.
She's desperate.

You've got to help her. Okay, okay,
okay.

When? My week is jammed.

Tomorrow lunch.

Don't I have something?

Yeah, I'm having lunch with Monica.

That's social.

This is an emergency.

You can change it.

Excuse me.

How are you holding up?

Fine. What can I do without the police
department breathing down my back? The

guy killed two cops. They have an
interest here. I know.

Do you need any help or any backup? Just
tell me. No, Bruce. I'm doing okay.

Nail him, Grace.

We can't afford to lose this one.

I came running out as soon as I heard
the shots, and I thought... What exactly

did you see, ma 'am?

Blood everywhere, and the... I couldn't
even tell if they were

men because of their faces.

I just saw the uniforms, the blue
uniforms covered with blood.

What else did you see, Mrs. Chesbrough?

I saw a man running away.

It was dark, but I could see he had a
gun. He had it right in his hand.

And do you see that person in the
courtroom today?

The defendant.

Thank you, ma 'am.

Nothing further.

This man you saw had his back to you the
entire time, didn't he? I could see him

from the side. From the side.

And when you singled out my clients in
the police lineup, you said...

You couldn't be 100 % sure, right?

Not 100%, no.

And the following day, ma 'am, you
reported to the emergency room

headaches and numbness.

What did the doctor tell you, Mrs.
Jonesborough?

He said I was suffering from a mild form
of shock from seeing the two bodies.

I see.

So when you thought you saw my client in
the hallway that night, And when you

picked him out later at the police
station, you were suffering from shock,

weren't you?

Objection. This woman is not a doctor.

Sustained. Under oath, Mrs. Chesbrough.

Under oath.

It's possible the man you saw in the
hallway that night was not my client,

it? It looked like him.

It looked like him. But it's possible it
wasn't him, isn't it?

Anything is possible.

Thank you, Mrs. Chesbrough.

That's all.

A parent has the right to discipline a
child.

Civil Code, Section 203 states...
There's no statutory authorization for

smashing a little boy to the floor.

It was a parent spanking his kid. I must
admit, Miss Kelsey, this seems like a

father chastising his son here.

Your Honor, I don't mean to vitiate
parental discretion, but the line was

crossed. We're talking about a 170
-pound man whacking a 90 -pound boy to

ground. A young man?

You really want to be suing your dad?

I'm willing to settle for an apology,
Judge.

Cash alternative $20 ,000.

This is ridiculous.

All right, hold on. Your Honor, if I
may.

And you are?

Scott Reynolds, also for the defendant.
You have my appearance.

Why does he need three lawyers?

I'm corporate counsel, Your Honor.

Inasmuch as the alleged assault took
place at Mr. Richardson's place of work,

our little plaintiff had the ingenuity
to sue my clients in his capacity as CEO

of Weyburn Technology.

as well as personally.

And I'm attorney Robert Clark,
representing LifeNet Insurance Company.

would like to add my outrage to the
abrogation of parental immunity in this

matter. I'm so glad.

Your Honor, with all due respect to Ms.
Kelsey's quixotic desire to litigate

frivolous claims, we are clearly... I
object to that. I'm sorry, but perhaps

you read Goller v.

White, the preeminent case on point
here, you'd know that immunity exists

the alleged negligence involves the
exercise of parental authority.

Thank you.

Perhaps if you'd reread Goller v. White,
you'd see that it's a Wisconsin case

decided over 25 years ago, which is not
binding in this jurisdiction.

You might also see that Goller does not
give parents the right to be negligent,

but instead says that they must act
within reason.

Whacking a 13 -year -old to the ground
is not within reason.

And it's not within the scope of Goller.

And if you ask me, parading three
lawyers in here to misquote cases is a

a lot more frivolous than my client's
cause of action. All right, that's

Mr. Nelson and group, the case here is
colorable, and I can't dismiss it.

What I am going to do, however, is order
expedited depositions so that we can

flush out the facts quickly and maybe
settle this before too much harm is done

to the family.

I'll see you at the confluence chambers.

That was wicked.

Thanks.

Hey, Dad, you going home now? No, I have
to go back to work. Because of all

this, I'm running behind Matthew.

Could you please make him understand how
embarrassing this is?

I've tried.

Come on, let's go. Is he coming home for
dinner? I don't know, honey. Wasn't my

lawyer great, Mom?

Do you think Dad thought she was good?

Yeah?

I, uh, I did talk to the doctor. He said
you can't get tomorrow's appointment.

Had to. I'm deposing Matthew's father at
two.

I have to disguise the hottest
infertility specialist in the world. I

pull all kinds of strings just to get
the appointment in the first place.

Stuart, I'll reschedule as soon as I
dispose of this case.

I thought you were going to settle this
case.

I tried, but Mr. Richardson refuses to
apologize and Matthew won't budge. Oh,

Ann, come on.

You know, Stuart, I kind of admire the
little bugger.

I mean, here he is standing up for what
he believes in against the most powerful

man in the whole world, his own father.

Stupid. You said yourself the kid's just
vying for attention.

That doesn't change the fact that his
cause of action is legitimate.

And I don't think Matthew should be the
one to cave just because Daddy can

afford three lawyers instead of one.

Oh, ho, oh, ho.

Now we have it.

You see yourself as Little Myth
Underdog, three against one, and you're

move him out. I see myself as a lawyer
representing her cause. Yeah, well, I

a hardball litigator losing the forest
for the trees. Thank you. You may leave

now. By the way, I conveniently
scheduled a deposition at the exact

supposed to visit the doctor. That's
right. I orchestrated this whole...

just to avoid a stupid fertility test
and you don't want to find out what's

wrong you don't want to ever have a baby
that's fine fine it's fine i

was arrested for suspected assault and
they put me in the cell right next to

here and you said that you and the
defendant knew each other off and on

six years not best friends or nothing
but yeah we know each other And did you

and Mr. Torrey have a conversation that
night pertaining to... Your Honor, I

renew my objection to this testimony on
the ground. Overruled for the fourth

time, and if you object once more to
this, Mr. Cullen, I will fight you for

contempt.

Mr. Marchand, I want you to tell the
court what Mr.

Torrey told you that night in the cell.

He said he did two cuts. That's a lie!
Sit down, sir. He's lying! Sit down or I

will have you removed.

Continue, Mr. Marchant. He said he was
in the apartment building waiting to

some crack when these two cops come
busting down the corridor and he was

bragging about how he killed him.

How was he bragging, sir? He was saying
how cops' skulls pop different than

other people's.

Said he shot one right in the eye.

And he could see the bull's brains flat
out the back of his head.

He said both their heads just kind of
exploded.

Thank you, sir.

Nothing further.

You were arrested that night for
aggravated assault, isn't that right?

Yeah. Pardon me?

Yeah. Well, you made a deal.

whereby they'd reduce the charges to
simple assault if you'd testify against

client, right? Everything I said is the
truth. Everything you said is a blatant

lie. Objection. You made up the whole
story to spare yourself jail time.

Objection. Overruled. He did the cops.

You've been arrested and convicted on
four separate occasions, haven't you?

Honor. It goes to credibility of the
witness, Judge. This man's a convicted

felon. I'll allow it.

Robbery, attempted rape, assault.

Tell me.

Why should the jury bother to believe a
lying criminal like you?

Objection! Sustained. Ten -minute
recess, judge. Illness of counsel.

This witness makes me sick. Hey!

That will do, Mr. Cullen. The jury is
instructed to disregard that last

What's disturbing is she's blaming us.

She thinks we're discriminating against
youth.

Are you sure you're not? Oh, come on.

Jonathan Rollins is younger than she is.

Well, maybe you're just discriminating
against younger women.

Why, you know that isn't so.

Are you telling me you've never been
predisposed to dismiss a woman simply

because she was, say, 25 years old?

You're talking about something
completely different. I am talking about

who makes certain presumptions about
women.

About how he might interact with women.

Solely on the basis of age.

You're the beloved senior partner,
Leland. It wouldn't be at all surprising

few of your value judgments trickled
down through the front.

Mackenzie Brackman is not sexist.

How many women partners do you have?

One. And in the firm's history, how many
female partners?

One, but... Do you have a maternity
leave policy?

No, because we never... Because the old
boys probably never contemplated a

partner giving birth.

Because you never contemplated a partner
having ovaries.

Jennifer, you are wrong.

Leland, I adore you.

You know that. And for the most part, I
think you're incredibly open -minded.

But when I hear you talk about Abby,
it's like you see her as a daughter or a

niece.

I never get the feeling you see her as
another lawyer.

And if she's as bright as you say she
is, she has to sense that.

And as soon as I started my own
business, the big building contractor

take the competition.

Gesundheit.

It's absolutely true what she says. I
watched it happen. If she became less

dependent on him, he became impossible
to deal with. What impossible?

You think I don't feel terrible about
having to come stay with my brother and

his new wife?

It's my dog that's making them suffer
like this.

Has he locked you out of the house? He
didn't have to. He just turned off all

the utilities.

Now, how can I conduct business from
there? You see, the house is community

property, Arnie. And I think Madeline's
biggest fear... Madeline, you correct me

here if I'm wrong, but I think her
central biggest fear is that he'll sell

and bury the proceeds and she won't have
any means to satisfy a judgment. Just

like he's buried everything else.

Oh, what? You think what he shows in his
tax returns or his bank statements is

everything? But you can get this real
estate attachment, right? Or you can

sure that she gets her chunk of the
sale. Which would be really great

business is at a critical point and my
share of the sale would really allow it

to explode.

Madeline is really quite an
entrepreneur. Hey, I wanted her to join

Oh, please.

I love my brother, but direct mail bores
me, the distraction.

No, I've started my own business.

It's called Isle Masters.

You have a product? I get it into the
supermarket.

Did I tell you about the lamb chop
analog?

No. Now, a processor from Sunny Meats
has lamb chops. He makes them from fun

soybean fiber and wheat gluten. I place
them in six locations in the Simi

Valley. Cannot keep them on the shelves.

Cannot keep them on the shelves.

She did the same thing with the
septically packaged guava shakes in

with chutney -flavored potato crisps in
Fullerton. Oh, oh, tell him about the

carbonated milk. Oh, I have an even
better one. Arnie, I noticed you leave

the dark meat on your chicken.

Yeah, I was going to... A great many
people do. Now, you can't make an all

-white -meat chicken.

But I have a client who has the next
best thing.

He takes the dark meat, perforates it,
okay? Then he runs it through a solution

of hydrogen peroxide.

Then he shapes it into fillets, breasts,
drumsticks, mini drumsticks, patties,

giblets, what have you. This is the
first I'm hearing about this.

It's going to be huge, huge. But I need
to build an organization, and that takes

money. Now, this is a client you can
grow with, am I right?

This is what careers are made of.

Well, I was never in that building.

Never. So, why did you start running
when you saw the police?

Well, I was carrying drugs.

I thought it was a bust.

I thought maybe somebody set me up.

Next thing I know, I'm being handcuffed,
and they're telling me I killed two

cops. Did you? No chance.

Look, I ain't no great citizen or
nothing, but no way I'd ever shoot a

Because everybody knows you kill a cop
and they get you.

You heard Mr.

Marchant tell this court. Yeah, well, he
was lying.

He asked me what I was in for and I told
him.

I never said I did it.

You're quite certain? Positive.

Even if I was crazy enough to kill a
cop, I wouldn't be so dumb as to tell

somebody like him, who I hardly know.
The man is lying. He knows it, I know

and God knows it.

Thank you, sir.

Your witness.

You never told him anything about the
killings? I didn't know nothing to tell.

So when Mr. Marchant came out of the
cell and told the police how one of the

victims was shot in the eye, well, that
must have been just an incredible guess.

Well, maybe he heard it from some cops
who brought him in.

No, sir.

The police themselves didn't know until
the autopsy report came out 48 hours

later. He could only have heard it from
you. He was lying.

Mr. Torrey, what happened to these drugs
you were carrying?

I told them. I heard the police coming.
I started running and I chucked them.

But the police searched the area and
found nothing.

Well, maybe they didn't search too good.

Two of their colleagues were murdered,
Mr. Torrey. And you don't think they

searched too good?

Objection.

Sustained. This was a double cop
killing, Mr. Torrey.

They combed the area for three days and
found nothing.

Because you didn't just casually toss
those drugs away when you saw them. You

very carefully disposed of them before
the police arrived.

Objection. Along with the gun and the
gloves you were wearing.

Objection. Overruled. Look, I never had
any gun or gloves.

Mr. Torrey, you said you started running
when you heard the sirens and you saw

the police coming at you, right?

Yeah. But according to the officers in
that unit, you were already running

before they put on the sirens, before
they shined the lights on you. Would

be liars too, Mr. Torrey?

Probably.

Gee. Between them and Mr. Marchant and
Miss Chesbrough, you'd think with all

those liars and all those lies, we'd be
able to trip them up at least once.

Isn't it funny? The only one we've been
able to trip up is you, the one man

telling the truth. Objection. Wouldn't
it be hysterically funny if you turned

out to be the liar? Objection. Ms. Van
Owen. On the other hand, murderers lie

all the time, don't they?

Objection. Nothing further.

How did your interview go?

Okay.

It's been suggested to me that maybe we
made some unfair presumptions about you,

Abby. I know. I was the one who
suggested it.

Well, this came from someone else,
actually.

You know, when you first came to this
firm, your personal life fell right down

to our doorstep.

The divorce in which Arnie represented
you.

The kidnapping of your son, which became
everybody's crisis.

Between your personal tragedies and the
fact that we've all invested in you so

much personally, maybe we neglected to
regard you enough professionally.

While that may have been your fault, I
suspect that it's ours as well.

I just want you to know that your review
was just that, a review.

We haven't made any final decisions.

I'm afraid I have, Leland.

I'm leaving.

For sheer Heilbrunner?

No.

If I join another law firm, I'm not
going to be improving my stock any.

I won't get any guarantees. I'll just be
working longer hours for partners that

I care less about, who, in addition to
wanting my blood, sweat, and tears, are

also going to be wanting my urine.

Sorry, I don't...

Drug testing.

Sheer Heilbronner actually wanted a
urine sample.

So, you're not going there.

Then where?

Solo.

I'm going to hang out single. Oh, you
can't be serious.

Life in a law firm doesn't really suit
me, Leland.

I'm going to open my own office.

Abby. The odds against that, well,
they're enormous. This is the only way

will get a chance to be the kind of
lawyer that I want to be.

Or find out that I can't be. Yeah,
but... I know.

I know there are a thousand good reasons
not to do it.

I'm going to do it anyway.

Well, as they say, it's a big world out
there, Abby.

I'm a big girl, Leland.

Here's your bloody restraining order.
Your sister -in -law's husband can't

the house now.

I hope you're happy.

You did it.

Yeah, well, I had to sit in motion for
over an hour, missed a couple of

appointments, and probably lost a
prospective client. And I stuck my

He's coming out of the god -awful
courthouse. Benny, could you get Sean on

soon as possible?

I really appreciate this.

Oh, Arnie.

Never mind.

Rox, just bring me my briefcase.

Sit.

What the?

Rox, would you get this off my... Rox!

What is this thing doing in my office?

David's allergy took a turn for the
worse, so I had to get him out of the

So I brought him here.

Oh, so you brought him here.

Can't you keep him, Arnie, just for a
day or so? No, I can't. Get rid of him.

It's an emergency, or I wouldn't ask
you. Roxanne!

If I wasn't in a pinch, Arnie, I
wouldn't ask. Can't you help me out? No!

Arnie! Look, first you marry him, then
it's his sister, now it's his sister -in

-law's dog. What's going to be next,
Roxanne? Oh, God.

I just stepped in something.

Brown. Bad dog, Oliver.

Bad dog.

Bad dog.

My French Lyle sock.

Shame. Shame.

He kept showing up at my office,
unannounced, when I told him not to, and

time it was right before a hugely
important meeting.

I came in after the meeting. It was
before, Matthew.

Matthew, please.

So what happened after you asked him to
leave? We had words.

which escalated into his swearing at me.
He swore at his own father.

And so you slapped him. He was extremely
disrespectful. I feel I was fully

justified in disciplining... What?

If you have something to say, young man,
just tell me.

I beg your pardon, he does not have to
tell you. And I'd appreciate it if for

the rest of this deposition you do not
speak directly to my client.

He's my son.

Kevin, she's telling me not to talk to
my son. That's exactly what I'm telling

you. And if you don't cooperate, I'll
suspend this proceeding and get a court

order. What the hell is this? Miss
Kelsey, that won't be necessary. She's

to get an injunction to stop me from
having a conversation with my own kid.

not conversation. It's threats and
intimidation. Have I ever threatened

Richardson, I... You kicked me in the
shins last year. Did I sue you? You

shouldn't have knocked me down like
that. You yelled at me first. You

deliberately came down to my office to
upset and embarrass me. Hey!

You people are unbelievable.

Who the hell are you?

Stuart, please. My name is Stuart
Markowitz.

I'm a lawyer in this law firm you happen
to be disrupting. Fine. Now, if you'll

excuse us, this happens to be a private
matter. No, excuse me. It's a public

matter. The problem may be domestic, but
when you waltz it into a courtroom, it

becomes public, doesn't it?

He's the one who brought it into the
courtroom.

And you're the one who hit him. Who is
this guy? I told you who I am.

Your son is 13 years old, Mr.
Richardson.

He's intelligent. He's articulate.

I don't think you need violence to
express yourself with him.

And it seems to me when a father works
16 -hour days, including weekends, he's

never home. It's not such a criminal act
for his son to drop by his office now

and then for a visit with the old man.

And you might think about this. Come
home every now and then.

Play a little catch in the backyard.

Then maybe he won't have to schedule a
deposition just to spend a little time

with you.

Look at the two of you. Look at you.

You're sitting here like you think
you're right. Like you're proud of

yourselves.

You should be ashamed.

Fathers and sons.

Fathers and sons hug each other.

They don't sue one another.

And any man who loved his wife and any
son who loved his mother.

They could never put her through
anything as painful and destructive as

Not in a million years.

Miss Kelsey, if it's all right with your
client,

I'd like to schedule a settlement
conference, perhaps for tomorrow.

That would be fine.

Miss Van Ong, Peter Duble, attorney for
your star witness, Jeffrey Marshall.

Sorry to bother you. I know you're in
the middle of a trial here, but I got a

little problem with the deal my client
cut with you folks.

Seems I don't want to ship him to
Vacaville when he was promised minimum

security. I wasn't the DA on his case,
Mr. Duble. I understand.

But you are the DA on the case he's
delivered for. They did his part at

personal risk, I might add. And I'd be
happy to vouch for his cooperation.

Other than that, it's not up to me.

I might remind you that when this case
gets appealed, and death cases always

you might need his testimony again, and
he might not be so inclined to help.

Is that a threat, Mr. Dooble?

No threat. I just don't see much
fairness going on around here. When you

him in there to milk that confession...
What do you mean, when we sent him in?

You know what I mean. Torrey asked for
his lawyer, you guys had to stop

questioning him, so you sent my guy in
there to squeeze the song, and you

promised... Are you telling me that the
police deliberately put your client in

that cell so he could extract that
confession?

What? Rogoff didn't tell you?

There was never a real reason to tell
you. That's crap.

You have me prosecuting a case with an
illegal confession and there's no reason

to tell me? You would have thrown
Marchand's testimony out, Grace. Damn

would have.

He went in there as a police agent, for
God's sakes. The whole thing is

unconstitutional. And Torey should get a
new trial. Yes. Which we'd never win

without Marchant. Mrs.

Chesbro's I .D. is shaky at best. And
the guy should be kicked, right?

Look, I wasn't there.

If I'd have been there, I'd have stopped
it. But look at the choice we've got.

We either go with this confession or we
turn a cold -blooded murderer loose.

This prosecution is completely illegal,
and I won't have a part of it. Grace,

for God's sakes. I'm dismissing the
case. You listen to me.

There isn't a shred of doubt that he did
it.

We've been after this bastard for six
years. Ruth. He killed these two cops,

Grace. He's been linked to half a dozen
drug -related murders. It doesn't

justify. Kidnapping. Rape as a juvenile.

We missed a murder rap in 85 because of
a warrantless search.

It doesn't make a damn bit of
difference. Not in your Ivy League

maybe.

But in the real world, it makes one hell
of a difference.

Kids die of overdoses because of Lyle
Torrey.

Cops' wives get widowed.

He's the stone killer. I can't ditch my
professional responsibility.

I am a district attorney. So am I. You
know damn well I've never done this

before, and I probably never will again.

But this once, this once, I've decided
to look the other way.

And I'm telling you, I can't.

If you dismiss the case, you take me
down, you take the department down,

and you put a cold -blooded murderer
back on the street who will surely kill

again.

You're telling me to prosecute with an
unconstitutional confession. You're

telling me to break the law.

I'm not telling you anything.

I'm just hoping to God you remember
you're a public servant.

And you do the thing that serves the
public best here.

No fingerprints.

No reliable witnesses.

No residue indicating he'd ever fired a
gun.

Nothing. Except the unsubstantiated say
-so of a convicted felon.

desperately trying to reduce his own
jail time. The only verdict, the only

verdict supported by the facts before
you is not guilty.

Lyle Torrey is innocent.

Thank you.

Miss Van Owen.

This is not an easy job, standing up
here day after day, convincing people

you to punish other people.

And many times, the evidence or
circumstances are such

that it is hard for me to be totally

unconflicted.

This is not one of those times.

Lyle Torrey is a cold -blooded killer.

No evidence, says his lawyer.

Well, how about a witness who saw him
running away from the body with a gun in

his hand?

How about the policeman who spotted him
running away from the area?

And yes, how about the testimony of
Jeffrey Marchant?

who heard the defendant admit to the
killings and then gloat as to how

policemen's skulls pop.

Defense counsel says that Jeffrey
Marchant is lying.

But consider this.

He had the facts, the accurate facts,
when he came out of that holding cell.

And there is only one possible source
for those details.

It is the man sitting right over there.

It's the man who splattered the heads of
officers Gregory Brits and Thomas

Murray, who widowed these two women.

The man who was sick enough to commit
murder and then stupid enough to brag

about it.

Lyle Torrey is a vicious and violent
murderer.

Finds him guilty.

And at all times hereafter, defendant
agrees to accommodate reasonable office

visitations by plaintiff.

Conditioned on three -hour express
notice by plaintiff to defendant with

to said visitation.

Agreed.

No profanity shall hereinafter be
directed by the plaintiff towards the

defendant.

Agreed. No corporal punishment shall be
issued by the defendant upon the

plaintiff.

Agreed. Well, I think that's about all
of it.

Not quite.

When I come upstairs to kiss the
plaintiff goodnight, no claiming by the

plaintiff that said plaintiff is too old
for that? Dad.

Never mind dad. I want it written right
into the settlement.

No kissing me in front of other people.

Ever. Except your mother.

Agreed.

Now let's go and get some lunch while
the lawyers do all the paperwork. We'll

back in about an hour, okay?

Agreed. I was going to hold out for five
Dodger games this summer, but my lawyer

said no. Yeah, well, I had a clause
requiring you to paint the garage.

Get out. No kidding. The language is
drastic.

He's bulldozing the house.

What? Freddy, he is furious about the
restraining order. He's out there

the house down with a bulldozer. You've
got to get out there.

I can't. I'm in the middle of... He's
going to level the house.

Damn it, Roxanne. Get out there right
now. Come on.

This is unbelievable.

All right, call the police and have them
meet me there.

You're coming with me, you stupid mutt.

I'm going to leave you there. Come on,
down.

Hurry! I'm hurrying!

Why aren't you stopping him?

He's got a permit.

It's all legit.

Look, I've got a court order on this
house. He can't do this. You've got to

him.

No, no, this just says he can't sell it.
It doesn't say anything about

bulldozing him. It's a catastrophe!

Arnie, you can't let him. Arnie! Shut
up! Shut up, David!

This enjoins him from encumbering the
property.

This demolition clearly circumvents the
underlying spirit of this order.

Now, look, pal, I can sympathize, but I
don't know anything about circumventing

spirits here, all right? It means that
if he... Now, listen, what I do know is

he's got a legitimate construction
demolition permit and...

Teddy, for the gift of my new granite

countertop! Barney?

Barney?

is unregistered.

It's what?

Do you see a flatbed around here?

Well, he must have driven it on the
street. It's not registered.

Keep them here.

Hey! Hey!

Are you driving this thing on the
street?

So what? I got a permit.

Not to operate on a public way, you
know.

Well, just get out of the way.

Drive this horse. Stop the vehicle now.

Now, let's stop all this until we find
out if your permit supersedes his court

order or vice versa. No, no more legal
crap. That house is coming down.

Back it up or you're going to jail.
Simple as that. Now, back it up. You

lawyer. I am so sick of you lawyers.

Hey, it's over.

Now, back it up.

I was just about to level the sunroom.

Listen, if I were you, I'd get the court
to clarify this order of yours.

Because I don't see nothing to keep this
guy from plowing a joint.

In the matter of people versus Lyle
Torrey, criminal complaint number 3373,

find the defendant, Lyle Torrey, guilty
of murder in the first degree.

On the question of special
circumstances, Ms. Foreman, how does the

We find special circumstances to exist.

Ms. Van Owen, any modification to your
sentencing request?

No, Your Honor.

Very well. Members of the jury, we will
reconvene tomorrow at 10 a .m. for the

penalty phase.

where you will decide between life
imprisonment and the district attorney's

request that the defendant be sentenced
to death.

That's all.

We're adjourned.

Mr.

Rogoff! Mr. Rogoff!

What's your reaction to the verdict?

A guilty man was convicted.

It's rewarding to see that the system
works and justice was served. Would you

like to make a statement at this time?

We are very happy with the jury's
verdict.

Wait, did you think that... I'm sure
that Mr. Rogoff can handle all of your

questions, if you'll excuse me.

You know,

you really ought to try to contain
yourself, Gracie.

It's just one case.

You expect me to break into verse?

It's a huge case. You should be thrilled
to have won it.

I am. I'm thrilled.

Hey, counsel.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I'm just really tired.

You sure that's all?

Yeah.

That's all.

A little bit.

Want to talk about it?

I just keep thinking about what you did
in that conference room.

And what I did.

And?

You're going to be such a wonderful
father, Stuart.

Stay safe.

It's okay to have a crummy mother if you
have a really wonderful father.

I just keep thinking maybe I'm not meant
to be pregnant.

You know, maybe I'm not meant to be a
parent. Come on, honey. That's silly.

I'm not so sure.

There's a reason for everything, you
know.

You're going to be a mom and I'm going
to be a dad.

And we're going to have a kid.

And it's going to get you up.

He's going to love you.

As much as I do right now.

All we got to do is keep crying.

It's just all the hours that I've wasted
on this thing.

I have to work late tonight, Monica.

Well, I'm sorry that you feel that way.

Yeah, yeah. You have a nice week, too.

Barney? What are you doing here at this
hour, and what could you possibly want

now?

I have a little surprise for you.

Oliver, you're alive!

Oh, careful.

The police found him. I just thought you
might like to know.

We're gonna keep him in the garage.

Come on, boy.

What the hell?

I can keep him for another day.

Are you sure?

Yeah. I can use them to scare away a few
noisy cats.

Good night, Arnie.

Thanks again for everything.

Yes, if you ever run away again, I
thought you were dead. Come here.

Come here.

Yeah, you are so ugly.

Yeah, good boy.

I missed you.

Oliver. Rocks! Rocks!