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Previously on L .A. Law.

Maybe we should ask ourselves if this is really a place where Rosalind can be

happy. Right now we're very wary of each other. We should be very wary.

If this venture is going to go forward, we're going to have to adjust to each

other.

Look at the clients she represents.

Banks involved in slum refinancing. Real estate syndicates, a personal favorite

of mine.

We've all spoken our piece.

I vote yay.

Same. Nix.

I vote yes. I vote no.

What about Stewart?

Stewart votes yes.

We are here because you can't bear to touch me anymore, Victor.

Hey, I'd touch you. When you have to.

You turn away when you don't.

Did Allison getting raped make it hard for you to touch her, Victor?

Look, Caroline, I think that we'll be able to work all of that out between us,

okay?

I'm not going to lie to you. We've had our problems.

Maybe Leland McKenzie isn't what he used to be, but I will promise you this. If

you leave your business here...

I will personally take responsibility.

It seems that Dan Siegfried wants me to be the responsible attorney.

Now, that's Leland's client, and the last thing I want to do is step on his

toes. Why doesn't he want Leland?

God knows you know how these clients are.

After discussion with Michael and Douglas, we've decided to add Arnold's

the firm's name.

Beginning February 1, we will thereafter be known as Mackenzie, Brackman,

Chaney, Cusack, and Becker.

I just know that I have got to get away from certain things, and one of them is

you.

Do you know that I love you?

I know.

My apologies to all.

I'm afraid we rather underestimated the traffic congestion here in Los Angeles.

Sir Nigel? Yes, my lord, at your service.

Would you mind telling me what that is you're wearing? It would be my genuine

pleasure. This, for all who'd be so curious, is the appropriate garb of a

queen's counsel.

And? A queen's counsel's what I am, my lord.

In my chambers, queen's counsel.

It is an American courtroom, Sir Nigel. That it is, but I am in all respects an

Englishman. Well, what has that got to do with anything?

Oh, simply this. You've been so kind as to grant me status pro hac beca that I

might represent my client in your court. The wig and gown serve only to remind

the jury that I am indeed a foreigner. Well, why do they need to be reminded of

that? Well, during the course of the trial, I might demonstrate some

of your...

laws and customs, and I wouldn't want that to be taken as contempt or disdain.

It could inure to the prejudice of my client. But your client bulldozed

Walbrown's family business into bankruptcy. Oh, come on. No, I don't

undermined by the appropriate garb of a queen's counsel.

I take it you object to the wig, Mr. Kulak?

Yes, sir.

I do.

I object to the robe.

The garb comes off, Sir Nigel. My lord.

Overruled. Two o 'clock this afternoon and wear a suit.

Uh, we're running behind, so let's speed things up a little. Michael, what's

happening with the candy bar case?

Testimony begins today. We're hoping to get a verdict by the end of the week.

Very good. And Rosalind, how goes the savings and loan purchase?

Contracts are drawn. Abby and I meet with the client tomorrow.

Excellent. Which brings up a problem.

My office is being painted this week, which means I am homeless for the

I really hate to think of the three of us sitting in here.

Why don't you use Ann's office? Don't you think she'll mind?

Oh, it'll be no problem.

Great. And there's more good news.

CoStar Industries, after getting flammed by the IRS, has retained us to handle

the appeal, which is major litigation, people.

Right. After discussion with Michael, it's been decided that this matter would

best be prosecuted by Stuart Markowitz.

Me? Why not?

You've been doing great in court, and besides, it's a tax matter. I get to do

appeals court argument?

Well, if you don't want it, I can help you. No, I want it. I want it. This is

unbelievable. I want it, Leland. And lastly, as you all know, on Thursday,

February 1st, Arnold's name will be added to the firm's name.

You can all expect new stationery bearing the new name of Mackenzie

Cheney Cusack, and Becker.

Art Leland, you got the note about using the ampersand before my name as opposed

to the word and. I think it's a little more formal. My publicist, she... And

this was not my idea. Believe me.

She thinks it might be a good idea to put out a press release.

She thinks it would be a good opportunity to generate some publicity

firm, and she would like to set up a photo session with all the partners.

What?

This would be good for the firm.

Then let's take a firm vote. All those in favor of the press release, say aye.

Aye.

The nays have it.

to prepare for a meeting.

Must be pretty important if you couldn't stay on the phone.

I need help, Diana.

You're the only lawyer I know, and I... I'm in trouble.

What's wrong?

I hit a boy in my car.

Last night, I was driving home down Mulholland, and just at that bend at

Terrace, he was on a bike, and he swerved right...

Diana, I killed him.

What? He swerved right into the oncoming lane.

I hit him dead on at 50 miles an hour.

Oh, God.

Yeah.

And, uh...

I drove away.

Excuse me?

I mean, I got out to see if he was okay, but his body had been knocked way down

into the stitch.

So I went down the hill.

But he was dead.

I got back in my car, and I panicked.

You didn't report it to anybody?

Manny, you just left him there?

I know.

I know.

This morning it was on the news that he's missing.

His parents think he's been abducted or something.

Diana, I don't know what to do.

And what did you pay Alan Scott on execution of this contract?

$270 ,000, which I had to borrow to get.

And in exchange for this, you got what?

The exclusive rights to manufacture and market teddy bars in the United States.

And teddy bars is the defendant's candy?

Yes. They were very big in England, and Mr. Scott wanted to sample the U .S.

market. So we entered into the contract.

These candy bars were also a big success here.

Huge success.

So much so that I had to expand. I took out loans and sunk over $3 million into

the expansion.

What happened next?

Well, Mr. Scott, when he sees how the West Coast sales are going, he offers to

buy me out. I said no, and I told him about my expansion plans.

Then he offers again.

This time he's not so polite.

I beg your pardon. It would seem most inappropriate for subjective commentary

manners. There's utterly no foundation.

Are you making an objection?

I am indeed sustained.

Proceed, Mr. Cusack.

What happened next, Mr. Brown? The next thing I knew, he started shipping his

candy to three different Canadian distributors.

Well, he was allowed to do that. Yes, but the Canadian market couldn't absorb

that many candy bars if every man, woman, and child up there ate them nine

a day. They ended up flooding the U .S. market at a price I couldn't touch. That

was his plan.

Suddenly, I couldn't sell any stock.

I couldn't service my debt.

I had to shut down and sell my factory for scrap.

When I did that, Alan Scott moved in and grabbed the U .S. market for himself.

And what exactly did you lose, sir? I lost a business my grandfather started

years ago.

65 people who worked for me lost their livelihood.

There were families that had worked for H. Brown for three generations.

Then he came along.

And like that, it was all gone.

I have no further questions.

Mr. Brown, it was Canadian firms that were sending teddy bars into the United

States. Is that right?

Yes. And the agreement that you signed with Mr. Scott in no way prohibited him

from selling in Canada.

You think I'd have signed that agreement if I thought he'd have done what he

did? My dear man, I haven't the faintest idea.

Let me tell you, that man's a thief.

What a perfectly dreadful thing to say, particularly since I haven't even asked

your question.

Your Honor, mustn't I first proper a query as a prerequisite to his response?

You must.

The jury will disregard that last remark.

Pity a bell doesn't chime when you seek to unring it.

Sir Nigel.

I beg your pardon.

I'd like to refresh your memory.

The conduct of my client...

Didn't in any way violate the letter of your contractual agreement, did it?

Letter of the contract or not, what he did wasn't fair.

Fair is foul and foul is fair.

Hither through the fog and filthy air.

Sir Nigel.

Quite right, I'll say no more.

And he refuses to come forward?

The thought of jail terrifies him. Well, then there's nothing we can do.

I mean, he doesn't want to be incriminated, so that's it.

What about an anonymous phone call telling the police where the body is? Uh

You tell the police the location of the body, you point them towards physical

evidence, and that could be used against your client.

There's a 12 -year -old boy lying in a ditch.

His parents are still hoping he's alive.

For God's sake!

This is perverted.

Should we just leave that boy there?

Let the body decompose? Let the parents go crazy and we just sit up here hiding

behind the code?

Diana, you have a duty of confidentiality.

And a duty to uphold the privilege. You do anything to violate that, you very

well may be barred from ever practicing law.

This can't be right.

It's the law.

You haven't got a choice.

Honey, what do you think?

About what?

No, shoot.

Oh, let me see.

Very nice.

Who would have thought? I'd be arguing an appeal, huh?

Little valedictorian, huh?

A little.

Ann, it's an adjustment.

I know.

Hey.

The truth is, before you know it, this little guy's going to be in school, and

you're going to be one this time back.

You're going to be wondering why you weren't in such a hurry to get back to

wars.

Whatever you're not doing, that's what tugs at you. Really?

Really? I sit in the office when I was home. I do.

No, you don't.

No, I do.

Well, maybe that can be arranged.

You want to talk about it?

No.

No, it'd be too hard for me to leave him right now.

What, what?

It's okay.

I'm okay.

I, uh, I gotta go.

Let me know what time you're home.

Goodbye.

Cheer up.

Okay.

We have redlined the changes, which I encourage you to review.

Listen, I don't mean to be rude, but I thought I made myself very clear.

I wanted partners handling my affairs.

Abby is qualified in these types of transactions.

Come on, Rosalind.

What are you, a second -year lawyer?

I'm a fourth -year associate, Mr. Lavelle.

Well, forgive me, but there are partners and there are associates, and there's a

very good reason for those distinctions.

Meaning what exactly?

Meaning either inexperience or incompetence. With you, I'm sure that

that you're young.

You're the client, Mr. Lavelle.

You don't want me?

That's fine.

Abigail. Rosalind.

Let's get this man someone else.

Have a nice day.

I didn't mean anything personal. It's just that I'm shelling out over three

-quarters million dollars to you people in fees.

Now, listen.

When you hire me, you hire this firm and its associates.

Abigail Perkins is an extremely competent attorney.

Now, if you don't want her, I suggest that you pack your case, collect your

files, and find yourself another law firm.

You've got to be kidding.

You're going to toss my business out on account of an associate?

You get either the package, Mr. Lavelle, or you get nothing.

Your choice.

Okay.

Okay, if she's that good, then she's that good.

Let me tell you what you just did wrong.

I don't think I did anything wrong.

He was rude. He didn't want me on the case. I obliged him.

What you did was exalt your own self -respect over the revenues he'd generate

for this firm.

That's exactly right.

But it's totally unnecessary.

A smart attorney, and you are a smart attorney, could keep both her self

-respect and the business.

Walking out may serve your sense of dignity, but it will always cost you the

client. It was either I leave the room, Roz, or take his head off, and I didn't

think that... Then take his head off.

Never leave the room.

I can't believe we're doing this.

You're the one who's lying awake all night wondering.

We have to be sure.

Trust me, Diana, if you hit the kid at 50 miles an hour, he's dead.

I don't care.

I'm a chance he could be suffering or... There!

It's Kid Mark!

Okay. Oh, God.

Okay, all right.

You stay here.

Sit behind the wheel. If a car comes by or something, pretend you're enjoying

the view.

If anybody stops, tap the horn so I can get the hell out of there. Okay.

I don't want to do this.

We have to be sure, Jonathan.

I was the lawyer who drafted the contract. I certainly know the intent.

The point of the deal was to make H. Brown Incorporated the exclusive

distributor for teddy bars in the United States.

Did you ever discuss the Canadian firm supplying these candy bars to American

markets? Of course not. That would have rendered the exclusivity clause

meaningless. Walt was supposed to have all the business in the United States,

and he knows it.

Thank you, Mr. Tilton.

I have nothing further.

Yours is a commanding present, sir, I dare say. I best be careful with you.

Objection.

Sustained.

Mr. Stilton, as Mr. Brown's lawyer, you sought during negotiations to prohibit

my client from selling to Canadian firms.

That's correct.

And it would also be true, wouldn't it, that on this point you were expressly

rejected? Also correct.

So, at the time of the agreement, both you and your client... knew full well

that Mr. Scott would be shipping teddy bars to Canada.

We certainly didn't know how many.

Did you care how many? Of course I did.

Then, my dear man, why on earth didn't you seek to limit the amount in your

agreement? I never presumed Alan Scott would be unreasonable.

But I don't think he was being unreasonable at all. An opportunity

itself, and he seized upon it. He was a businessman, doing that which

businessmen do.

Objection. Speech -making sustained.

True or false, sir, you yourself could have restricted export quantity in the

contract, but you didn't. False. Alan Scott would have never agreed. True or

false, sir, you could have made signing the contract contingent upon it.

True. True or false, sir, you and your client could have walked away.

True. And after this unfortunate result, Mr. Brown discharged you as his

attorney, didn't he?

Listen, Mr. Nigel. No, sir, you listen to me.

As I understand your courtroom customs, and believe me, I am beginning to, you

must answer the questions that I proffer to you.

Now, did not Mr. Brown blame you for his bankruptcy and discharge you as his

attorney?

Yes, he did. But that has nothing to do... Thank you, Mr. Stilton.

I'm quite finished.

You filling in for Roxanne?

No, just finishing up some paperwork.

You're still thulking, though, huh?

No, just doing paperwork.

You know, Arnie, you're running out on the firm, what a betrayal.

You can't expect the people around here just to pretend it never happened.

Gosh, I expect to be sued by these people.

To be forced back in only to be treated like a damn trespasser in my own office.

You hurt people, Arnie. Hey, I got hurt too. Does that mean anything?

Walking around in a place where the people don't care about me, that hurts.

course we care about you. Why the hell do you think we fought so hard to keep

you here? You fought to keep the clients and don't insult me by suggesting

otherwise.

What happened to us, Michael?

We used to be friends.

We still are friends.

At least I think so.

Yeah, well, when's the last time we went out to dinner together? Just for the

fun of it.

You want to go out and grab a beer after work, you knock on Victor's door, not

mine.

You remember when we started out?

The old building on Federal Street?

Used to share the same secretary. Oh, we used to go out to lunch together every

day. Used to go on double dates all the time. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember.

You think back then if Leland McKenzie had come to you and said, we're going to

be suing Arnold Becker, I want you to lead the charge, you would have done it?

There was nothing personal in that, Arnie. There's nothing personal to keep

from doing it either.

We were friends, Michael.

And one day, I had to start going to lunch with clients, you had to start

to court.

The next thing you know, 13 years later, and we wind up as, uh, colleagues.

Well, maybe we ought to fix that.

Yeah.

Maybe we should.

Meanwhile, no new leads on the disappearance of Mark Davies, the 12

Studio City youth who vanished from his neighborhood Monday evening.

The boy disappeared after an argument with his parents over a school report

card. He took his bike and... But he's done this several times before and

he's always come back.

He would never stay away like this.

Jonathan, can we do this?

Can we really just stand back here and do nothing?

Diana, you spent all afternoon trying to convince him to go forward.

Leland even spoke to him.

We're not doing nothing. But he won't go forward.

That's his decision.

There's nothing else we can do.

There's got to be another choice.

I don't want to hurt Manny, and maybe I'm going to be a terrible lawyer, but,

God, there's got to be another choice.

I love being a mother. I love everything about it.

But I'm home every day.

Stuart gets to go in and have the other life, you know. And you feel a little

saggy.

Well, so much has happened at work. I feel like I've been gone forever.

Arnie left the firm. Arnie came back to the firm. We changed the name of the

firm.

Stuart's becoming a litigator.

What does that have to do with anything?

The truth.

I'm a little jealous.

But I've always been the one going to trial, standing in the spotlight.

Now Stuart's off to appellate court, and I'm home changing diapers.

And with Rosalind Shays at the office, I don't even feel met.

You are missed plenty, believe me.

How's she working out, anyway?

Actually, fantastic.

Really? I'm learning a lot from her about cultivating clients.

I think she's even better at it than Leland.

Is that right? She's...

You're just so smart.

The woman is a true force.

Terrific. I can't wait to get to work with her.

All I'll say is I've come up the hard way, Sir Nigel.

I never knew me dad, and me mum died when I was ten.

I was a boxer.

I was a truck driver.

I worked all over the East End for peanuts just to get in and out of the

I'd say you managed to do better than that.

Oh, yeah, I count my blessings every day.

You've been accused of deceiving that man.

Yeah, I don't understand it.

The contract says I couldn't sell in the States, so I didn't. But did you export

Teddy Bars to Canada, knowing that they'd flood the US market and drive him

of business?

No, no, no, no. I did it because I've got factories of my own. I've got an

obligation to the lads and work in them.

You did try to buy him out, though. I thought it would be good business for

both of us, all for one, one for all. That's the way I saw it.

If you'd been willing, we wouldn't all be sitting here today, would we?

Thank you, Mr. Scott.

Is all yours, Counselor?

Well, the unit price that you sold teddy bars in Canada for was 9

.8 cents. Is that right?

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Yet the unit cost of producing it is 11 .3 cents.

No, that isn't right, no. Well, I have the figures right here in front of me,

Mr. Scott.

Yeah, but my accountant and your accountant don't agree on those figures,

they? Yes. Well, here is something that we all can agree on. A businessman as

sharp as yourself would never willingly take a loss on his product. Unless maybe

he was trying to drive someone else out of business.

Walter Brown's a businessman, same as me.

No, sir. Walter Brown is honest.

Walter Brown can be trusted.

I object.

I object. I object.

Once is sufficient.

Objection sustained.

Might I beg your indulgence to make one further point?

All right.

Well, assuming, for the sake of argument, Mr. Scott was indeed selling

cost, it was to Canadian firms, an action permitted in the contract.

His intent was to drive an American firm out of business, an action which

breaches the implied covenant of good faith found in every contract.

Both of you stop making speeches.

Proceed, Mr. Cadet.

Now, where did you think the shipment that you sent to Vancouver was going to

wind up, Mr. Scott? I didn't rightly know.

Well, you knew that it couldn't all be sold in Canada.

No, I didn't know that. Canadians love chocolate.

You disregarded my client's letters, telexes, and phone calls in which he

you not to let the goods into the U .S. stores.

May I ask for a brief recess, Your Honor? He begged you to honor the spirit

your agreement.

I play hard, but I play fair.

No, sir. You play crooked.

The quality of mercy is not strained.

It droppeth.

as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath.

So now, John, you interrupt once more, and you're going to find yourself back

where you came from sooner than you thought.

I'll cease this very instant.

I can't make any deals prior to an investigation, and you know that.

But what I'm saying is there won't be any investigation without a body, which

you won't find without my help.

Grace, the parents are agonizing over this every day.

They're publicly pleading to get him back. They don't know if he's been

kidnapped or killed or lost.

Look, my client has no criminal record. It was an accident.

We're talking about the Davies child.

I'm not saying we are.

But if you were to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Davies...

and they were amenable to no criminal prosecution in exchange for the

whereabouts of their son's body, would that influence your decision?

No.

I can't cut blind deals without an investigation. I'm sorry.

Then I'm stuck, Grace. I'm bound by the privilege.

Not if there's a chance that the boy could be alive.

No, I saw the body. I checked the pulse. He's very dead.

And I don't know what I'm going to do.

I know you came to me as a friend and all, but now I'm in a spot too.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about me being a district attorney with knowledge of a lawyer who

has seen Mark Davies' body.

I have responsibilities, too, here.

So, what can you do?

I'm not sure, really.

But I don't want to leave that boy lying in a ditch any more than you do.

Drop the front end to a third.

Jack up the gross by 20%.

That's low, and you know it. Not as low as the big naught, Michael, and that's

what you could be looking at. My client lost everything. Everything his family

had been working for. Your client is an idiot, dear boy, and American juries

don't reward stupidity. Tell him to take the 400 ,000 and enroll in a decent

business school. Not that he stands a pope's prayer of making a passing grade.

You are really something.

Sir Nigel, funny how the prose changes when we're alone.

I'm not sure I know what you mean.

Well, it's all a performance, isn't it?

And stripped down, you are nothing but a street fighter.

The only thing that you need concern yourself with is that you now have two

choices.

Reject this offer and go to the jury and get beaten, or take it and use your

eloquence to try and convince your client that he's won. It shouldn't be

difficult. I believe he's a very trusting fellow.

The offer is rejected.

Ah.

American obstinance and stick -to -it -less.

It's rich.

I have a proclamation.

Whereas on this day, February 1, in the year 1990...

Arnold Becker becomes a name partner in the law firm of McKenzie, Brackman,

Cheney, Cusack, and Becker.

Whereas the members of the aforementioned firm have been derelict

to Arnold Becker their degree of commitment to him, and instead have

the materialistic, shallow, vain, rat -like aspects of his personality.

We hereby proclaim February 1, 1990 to be Arnold Becker Day.

Welcome back, Arnold. Thank you.

Welcome home. Thanks.

I just want to say thank you all very much. I don't know what to say. Thank

Thank you, everybody. And I'm very proud to have my name on the door.

And, uh... And the ampersand.

Thank you.

We're looking for Mr. Jonathan Rollins, please.

Yeah, I'm Jonathan Rollins. Mr. Rollins, we have a warrant for your arrest.

What?

Accessory to a felony.

Tampering with evidence in a felony investigation. Excuse me, officer, can I

that, please?

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up your right to remain silent... Yeah, yeah, I know my rights.

a lawyer. Are you coming with us, sir?

Right now?

Yes, sir.

If you want to take your own car, Miss Ben Owen says that's fine.

But she wants you processed today.

You know, he's milking this British thing for everything it's worth, and the

jury's just eating it up.

They just love listening to him talk, and they love looking at him, too.

You're not so hard to look at either, Michael.

You know, I can't lose this case.

Walt Brown lost everything he had. I can't let him down.

Michael.

Have you forgotten to say or do anything in this trial that you meant to?

No.

And have you said or done anything that you regret?

No.

And you've spent the last three hours working on your closing argument.

Seems to me that the only thing left to do on this case is to obsess over it.

Why don't you try to pick your mind off it for a little while?

You're gonna win this thing, Michael. I know it.

I'll let you and I go to bed right now.

I understand.

Now, let's you and I go to bed.

Right now.

I guess, in retrospect, you could say that Walter Brown should have been

smarter.

Well, maybe it was the English accent that made him believe that Alan Scott

going to deal with him fair and square.

After all, there is a presumption in this country which favors the British.

Sir Nigel knows this. He also knows of the American tendency to equate British

eloquence with integrity.

That's why he's been so determined to drape these entire proceedings in a

Shakespearean veil.

To remind you that he is British. To subliminally exploit the Yankee mindset

that considers Brits to be more respectable, more righteous.

Ladies and gentlemen, this man is not.

He cheated my client out of his business. He willfully and deliberately

circumvented the spirit of the contract and pounded Walt Brown into bankruptcy.

Ladies and gentlemen, Alan Scott is not an honorable man.

Don't let the hypnotic charm of his lawyer distract you from what he's done.

Thank you.

I love America.

I really do.

There's an expansiveness to your country, a feeling that anything is

If you're smart and you work hard and you're just cocky enough to stay with

you really do have a shot at the brass ring. You don't have kings and queens

lords. What you do have are card players and cowboys and schemers possessed of

the greatest imagination on earth. You eat wonderful, huge meals and you take

pounding hot showers and you go forth into the world...

And you claim your piece of it.

Mr. Brown did that.

Mr. Scott did that as well. But what he also did was to take advantage of what

the contract didn't say.

Loopholes, I believe you call them. And Mr. Scott used loopholes for profit.

And that is as American as the 4th of July.

Now, are you really going to punish this...

Cockney lad, simply because he beat you at your own game. You didn't become a

great nation by doing that, my friends.

You became a great nation by letting the better man win.

The defendant knows the location of Mark Davies' body, Your Honor, making his

nondisclosure the withholding of evidence. That information is protected

attorney -client privilege, and the district attorney is well aware...

Your Honor, Mr. Rollins committed a crime when he physically touched this

thereby tampering with the evidence.

He took the pulse to confirm that the boy was dead.

You seem to be reaching here, Miss Van Horn. I am not seeking disclosure of any

communication between Mr.

Rollins and his client.

Both of you, come up here.

What's going on?

It's simple, Your Honor. Mr. Rollins knows where the body is, but he can't

because of attorney -client privilege.

I'm asking you to take him off the hook. Give him the right to tell us the

location of the boy. Even if they'll order, Judge, we'll just go for a writ.

cannot betray Mr. Rollins' client.

Come on, they can't.

It doesn't matter.

The privilege applies in this state.

I'm dismissing the complaint.

There's a boy out there lying in a ditch.

And there are rules in here which we must follow.

Please step back.

Defendant's motion granted. Case dismissed.

Your Honor.

Your Honor.

I'm Robert Davies.

You say he doesn't have to tell where my little boy is?

I'm sorry, sir.

But the law prevents him from furnishing that information.

What kind of law is that?

Huh? What kind of law is this? No. What kind of judge are you? What kind of

person can you be?

Davies, that's enough. I'll have you removed from this courtroom.

I want my son.

God, tell me where he is. Sir, please.

Bailiff. Please, please.

Oh, no.

You can't do this.

God, you can't do this.

I'm sorry.

What he is suggesting won't be expeditious, and in the end it will be

but cheap.

I have been holding his hand, but there is a limit.

Now, he's a big boy.

Then it's time he grew up. Are you about done?

I'll be a while, actually.

Do you need something?

I need my chair. I need my desk. I need my office. Get off the phone.

Norman, I'll call you right back.

Sorry.

Didn't know that you mind it.

Now you know.

Do I take this to mean that you're back to work?

Take it to mean that until you hear otherwise, this office is mine.

Of course it is.

Good.

I'll get out of your way.

Was that really necessary?

No, I could have just tiptoed out and gone home. Well, you could have been a

more diplomatic.

I don't have to be diplomatic.

When it feels like I'm being pushed out of here, I don't have to be diplomatic.

Man, nobody's pushing you out of here.

Who told her she could use my office? Was it Douglas?

No, that, um, that was me.

You? Well, you were in here and her office was being painted. I don't care.

Let her work in the file room. Let her work in the ladies' toilet.

You do not go volunteering my office. Do you understand?

I don't know what the hell I was thinking of.

Look, let's talk about the other thing that's bothering you.

What?

You're home and I'm here.

Which was my choice. I'm not throwing it up to you that it was your choice. I'm

just saying you can come back any time you want.

And life is not so terrible.

You have a wonderful husband who gives your office away the minute you turn

back.

I'm sorry.

And behind curtain three, you have a son.

All in all, things aren't so terrible.

All in all, things are great.

But then... I get so afraid that I've lost something.

What, honey?

It took me so long to get this office, to make partner.

To get people to listen to me when I talk.

It's still your office.

And you're still a partner.

And people still listen to you.

I guess I'm just not sure whether I still have anything to say.

The jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

What say you?

On the claim of bad faith and unfair dealing, we fine for the plaintiff.

on the loss of anticipated profits, we award the sum of $5 million.

On the claim of unfair predatory pricing under the Robinson -Patman Act, we

fine for the plaintiff.

Given that the stipulated value of the plaintiff's business was $9 .5 million,

We award treble damages in the sum of $28 .5 million.

Oh, hell.

My God, you did it. You did it. You're a genius.

Thank you. Thank you.

So the complaint against you is dismissed.

Yeah, I'm free and clear.

Not with me, you're not.

Excuse me? Your going to Grace Van Owen was irresponsible, Jonathan.

I took a calculated risk.

It was a stupid risk.

You indirectly reveal privileged information.

I didn't give her anything she could really use, Leland. You let her know

Mark Davies' body was in a ditch. You let her know that a client of yours

him. That's giving her something.

And what can she do with that? For starters, they can watch this office,

everybody who goes in and out. I told Manny not to come in here anymore.

And did you first get his permission before running off to Grace?

I protected him, Leland. Not good enough.

What if it got out that this firm sold out its clients?

Do you have any idea how fatal that would be to our practice? I didn't sell

anybody out. You screwed up. You indulged your own conscience at the

this firm's reputation.

Don't you ever do it again.

One, two, three, go.

That was good. Oh, you want another?

No.

Yeah, another one, please.

No, no, just kidding.

Thank God, because I really have to go to the bathroom.

Me too.

Half espresso, half cappuccino, tea can.

Such a little mind reader.

Very sweet, Michael.

What, 19?

No, no, she's 22.

Oh, she's a very sophisticated 22, though. She can speak French, she's been

Europe, good sex.

What? You mutt. She's a dancer, too.

She's a Laker girl.

Oh, God.

Now I am jealous.

Now what do you mean, jealous?

I've never seen you look at anyone the way you look at Cory.

Doesn't it show?

Yes, Arnie. It shows.

You know, this was a good idea going out like that.

Well, here's to doing it more often.

Mr.

Rollins, forgive us.

Please, Mr. Davies, you know I can't tell you anything.

He's my baby.

That's my baby in the woods. I know. I know you got your rules.

But if you were a father, you couldn't do that.

You'd let me bury my son.

I can't say anything to you.

Please. Please, we're begging you.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.