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-[applause]
-[man] Yeah.

[whistling]

Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey!

Is this Tuesday,
or am I in the wrong place?

[murmuring]

Okay, people versus Jenkins.

Husband versus wife.

-Felony assault. Mike.
-It's been ugly.

Paula Jenkins.
She's been beaten
by her husband,

abused for four years.

No way to read this one.
It's a domestic violence.

Hoping for a verdict today.

[woman] It's a testament
to courage.

We had brought charges
against the husband
two years ago, or tried to.

She dropped out
during jury selection.

It was my case at the time.
It just fell apart.

She denied everything.

-I have tried to provide
some assistance.
-Good luck.

It's needed.

Harris, people versus West.

Um, one count prostitution,
one count grand larceny.

Hey, H-Harris, first trial, huh?

-Yeah.
-[man laughs]

Yeah.

[whistling]

You're going to be going up
against Peter Bauer.

Isn't that the one
you find so cute and available?

Ooh, sounds like
a tricky case.

Okay, let's hear it.

Um, it involves a ring.

-A crime ring?
-Wedding ring.

That sounds like a bad
career move for a hooker.

[laughter]

Boss, why are we
proceeding on this?

Because it's your job,
Ms. Harris.

-Yes.
-The room is waiting.

Uh, complaint was filed
by an ex-boyfriend

who used to pay her bills
and give her cash and gifts,

then discovered to his horror
she's a prostitute.

Now, right away,
you've got to figure that

your key witness
is a little slow.

Does this guy know
we work for the county,
or can we bill him?

-[laughter]
-He's bent on revenge,

so he's filed
a civil suit against her

and reported her to the IRS,
so we know he'll cooperate.

-Boss, please.
-Give him hell, little guy.

Boy, those TV interviews
are waiting.

-[man] Yeah.
-[people murmuring]

I'm going to ask the court
to issue a subpoena.

I was miserable
when they handed me
this one, you know?

There's really only one
redeeming feature to it.

What's that?

-You're my opposing counselor.
-Oh. [chuckles]

-[chuckles]
-Oh.

So, what's the subpoena for?

Oh, I need Ms. West's
appointment book.

You don't need a subpoena.
I've got it in my office.

-I'll bring it for you.
-Oh, well, thanks.

-Thank you.
-Let me know if I can be

of further assistance,
counselor.

All right.
I will. Thank you.

Just excuse me. Sorry.

-[elevator bell dings]
-Hi, Mr. Beeker.

How are you doing?

-Have you seen her?
-No, not yet.

Listen, I need to go over
some of your testimony.

-I just wanted--
-Have you ever
trusted someone

so completely
with your-- your heart
and your soul

and every fiber
of your being?

Heart and soul, yes.

I-I try to be careful
with my fiber.

It's always a mistake.

You should never love
anyone that deeply,

because you become
vulnerable...

and become weak.

Mr. Beeker, I understand
how you feel.

I just think that right now

we need to really focus
on the trial itself.

I don't care about the ring
or the money.

She robbed
more than that from me.

She... she stole
my self-respect.

She made an ass of me. She...

There she is.

You slut.

You dirty little tramp!

Harry.

Oh, Harry,
how can you say that?

Oh, please.
You should have a mattress
strapped to your back.

You're a whore.
You're a street walker!

-You're a walking white sale!
-Harry!

[indistinct chatter]

She needed to hear that.

Come on.

[theme music]

♪Living in a real world♪

♪We try to rise above♪

♪All we see, searching for
something to believe♪

♪One day you'll find
you can make a life♪

♪That's worth living through♪

♪If you are living
for the truth♪

♪All that we're trying
to win♪

♪Feels like a mountain
to climb♪

♪We can make it over
over time♪

♪Hold on♪

♪Hold on♪

♪We can make it over
over time♪

♪Hold on♪

♪Hold on♪

♪We can make it over
over time♪♪

[Gene] Wait a minute.

Arnold, I thought
the Thursday ceremony

was about
the courthouse restoration.

It is. I just thought
we'd hang the portrait
at the same time.

Your portrait?

Yeah. It's a tradition, Gene.

I didn't begin it.

When Stephen Pierce
was D.A.,

they hung the portrait
the day he was sworn in.

Hell, my term
was almost over.

Well, personally,
I can't wait to see it.

Hey, wait a minute.
This has nothing to do
with vanity or ego.

It's just another way
of telling people

who you are,
what you stand for.

Did you two ever see
that portrait of JFK

that hangs
in the White House?

-No, but, uh, I hope to.
-[Arnold] It's powerful.

Answers a lot of questions
about the man.

Hell, this portrait's gonna
be hanging in the courthouse

long after I'm gone.

I like that idea.

[clears throat]
I asked you both here

because I need your help
with the speech.

I've got two briefs due today.
I'm gonna be jammed all day.

-Arnold, you know--
-Wait a minute.

It's only going to take
a couple of minutes.

The whole thing
is already written.

It just needs a little shaping,
a little trimming.

I think
it's a little too, uh...

Thick.

[chuckling] Yeah,
maybe you're right.

I just want the words
to complement the portrait
and vice versa.

But the speech is to dedicate
the restoration, isn't it?

Yes. Yes. But I want
the speech to have

the same feeling,
the same spirit,

the same honest feeling
as the portrait.

Well, Arnold, maybe a peek
at the portrait would help.

Well, you know, you two
are the first to see it.

So I really want you
to be honest.

-Arnold...
-I do think that Nucchi

was the right choice
of artist, though.

He caught a side of me
that I hardly recognize.

What do you think?

It's unbelievable, Arnold.

They know everything now.

Those 12 people.

It's over.

He'll go to prison.

[Mike] I hope so.

Probably, the ultimate glue
that makes all this work
is our faith in the jury.

But there's no guarantees.

They know now.
I told them everything.

Yeah. You have
a lot of courage.

You've been frightened
for a long time.

For the longest time,
I used to...

dress in the closet
in the bedroom
with the light on

because he was sleeping.

And then one day,
that light drove him crazy.

He went nuts.

Dragged me out of the closet
into the bathroom,

threw me around.

Pushed my head into the sink.

I watched my own blood
running down into the sink.

I learned to dress
in the living room.

Paula, have you looked
into the counseling

we talked about
for you and Jimmy?

I know. I will.

He'll get help, too,
in prison.

I'll see to it.

Lew could be
a pretty conventional guy.

He loves old music,
big bands, Glenn Miller,
"In The Mood".

He and Jimmy
used to use chopsticks

and conduct the orchestra.

I was obsessed.

I tried to learn
every little thing
that would set him off.

Even when we made love...

I had to keep my eyes open.

I couldn't help
his anger, Mike.

I tried. You know that.

You understand.

[man] Court is now in session.

The Honorable Judge
Raymond Dean.

[footsteps]

I received your note,
Mr. Foreman.

We are, uh, hopelessly
deadlocked, Your Honor.

[Judge Raymond Dean]
Mr. Foreman,

I am reluctant
to concede a hung jury.

Are you absolutely certain
that the issues dividing you
cannot be resolved?

It's eight to four
for conviction, Your Honor.

And frankly, there's
a great deal of hostility
between members of this jury.

I have no choice
but to declare a mistrial.

The jury is thanked
for its earnest efforts
and is dismissed.

Your Honor, I move that
bail be set at $50,000,
pending immediate retrial.

Your Honor, my client
has a responsible job
in a realty office.

He cannot possibly raise
that sort of bail.

Now, he's made
all his appearances,

he's shown up in court
whenever required,

and he has not been
convicted in this matter.

Neither has he been
exonerated.

The jury was eight to four
for conviction.

The people are confident
of conviction at retrial.

You cannot ignore
28 stitches over her eye,

broken ribs,
and a lacerated spleen.

I ask that my request
for bail be granted.

He has made
all his appearances,

and I am persuaded
of the necessity

of maintaining
his employment.

Defendant is to be released
on his own recognizance

-pending retrial.
-Your Honor--

The restraining order
will remain in effect,
Mr. James.

Mr. Jenkins, you are not
to harass, harm, touch,

or intimidate your wife
in any way whatsoever.

May I request, Judge,
that Mr. Jenkins be allowed
to return to his home?

Living in a hotel
per court order
during the trial

has proved a major
economic hardship for him.

He is enjoined from
entering that house
for any reason whatsoever.

He is to maintain
a distance of 300 feet
from his wife at all times.

Do you understand
that language, Mr. Jenkins?

Yes, sir.

Then let's go home.

-[telephone ringing]
-[indistinct chatter]

Why-- why don't, uh,
you have a seat?

Can I get you anything?
Anything at all?

I want to go home.

I want my boy.
He'll be in school.
He'll want me.

I want to, uh,
put you in touch with
the women's shelter.

You'll be safe
from your husband
until the new trial.

-How long until
this new trial?
-Just a couple of months.

-Two months?
-Now, listen to me.

He is going to be angry,
and he will try to see you.

No. No more.

No trial.

I can't.

You called the police.

You got him arrested.

We went to trial.

We're moving forward.

Mike... [sniffles]

He's going to be
very frightened
about what happened.

He knows now that they
could put him in prison.

He wants
to stop it, Mike.

-He'll change now.
-[woman] Excuse me.

Mike, I have the shelter
on the line.

No. No shelter.

The jury didn't believe me.
The jury thought
that I should go home.

I shouldn't have done this.

Paula.

Paula, look at me.

Paula, how long has
this been going on?

How many years?

-You know.
-Four years.

Two years ago,
we were here
ready to go to trial,

and you stopped it.
Remember?

Here we are again.
How many more times

have you tried
to make that call?

Well, what are they
going to think, huh?

A wife trying to put
her husband in jail.

Paula, you're doing it again.

You're giving in.
You're denying it.

You give in, and then
what happens, Paula?

He beats you.

Oh, God!

You're stronger
than that now.

You had to be
to get this far.

You know
there are no options.

No, I don't want
to go to some shelter.
I am going to go home.

And I'm going to
make this work. You'll see.

What happens next time
he beats you?

-What are you gonna
do about tomorrow?
-It's my problem.

It's my marriage,
it's nine years.

It's my problem now, too.
He's committed a crime
against the state.

He assaulted you.
That's a felony.

We've a right to another trial.
Don't deny yourself that right.

My boy...

I have a family.

I have a family
to take care of.

Who's gonna be his mother
when your husband
beats you to death, Paula?

You're wrong.

I'm going home.

Arnold.

[Arnold] I'll be
right with you, Gene.

-You got a minute?
-Oh, your timing's perfect.

I took your suggestion
about the end of the speech.

It helps. Take a look at it.
It's on my desk.

I got it.

It's a lot stronger now,
but it has real heart.

Uh-huh.

More than pride,
I feel blessed

that this city has given me
the honor

of representing it
as its district attorney.

God bless you, thank you,
and what do you think?

You're right. It helps.
Heart. It's got that.

Gene, what do you think?

It's better, Arnold.
It's stronger.

Gene, why don't you
forget the speech?

-What do you think?
-[phone beeps]

Sharon, I asked you
to hold my calls.

Oh, sure.

It's for you.

Yeah.

My mother is here?

Put her on.

Mother.

Whoa! Whoa! Wait a minute.
Mother, Mother, wait. wait.
Calm down.

Have a seat.
Stay right where you are.

I'll be right there, okay?

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Family emergency.
I got to go.

[sighs]

Gene, I am telling you,

it's Big Brother
flexing his muscles.

It's-- it's government
poking into your life

and-- and changing it
for no reason.

And then sending you
a little slip of paper.

Well, I won't stand for it.
You get an injunction

or a-- or a writ
or whatever.

Mother, Mother, sit down.
You're hyperventilating.

I am a responsible
and safe driver!

If they want my license,
why don't they come

and look me in the eye
and take it?

They can't do this to me
with a little slip of paper,
can they?

I earned that license.
I took a test.

Eugene, you're a lawyer.
Do something.

Mother, everything
is going to be all right.

Now, let me see
the slip of paper.

Mother,
this is the water bill.

I need the notice
from the DMV.

I don't know.

[stutters]
This-- In the morning mail.

How did you
get here today, Mother?

I drove here.

They can't scare me.

Well, it seems that Dr. Peck
reported your stroke to the DMV.

Now, why would he do that?

People have strokes
all the time.

My arm is fine.

And I do my exercises.
He knows that.

I squeeze the hell out
of that little rubber ball
every morning.

Mother, it's probably
just a mistake.

You may have to go down
and take a test.

But I will look
into it, okay?

They can't take my car away.
Eugene, I have responsibilities.

Flowers for the altar guild.
And who do you suppose

is going to take Mary Ann
to market every week?

She's a very old woman.

Mother, I don't want you
to worry about a thing.

I will take care of it.
I happen to have a friend

at the Department
of Motor Vehicles.

I knew you could handle it.
[chuckles]

You're a good boy.

[Jo Ann humming]

Hey, hi.

[continues humming]

Hey. Hey. Hey.

So tell me,
did Peter propose yet?

Very funny. The truth is,
he's been a perfect gentleman

-about this case, all right?
-Bauer?

Eat him up, chew him up,
spit him out, Bauer?

Yes, he hardly objects
to any of my questions.

And he even offered
an important piece of
evidence without subpoena.

-Ha!
-[chuckling] Uh-oh.

I can't believe
she fell for it.

-[Briggs laughs]
-Fell for what?

Fell for what?

That is the oldest trick
in the book.

The old, "Don't bother
with a subpoena,
I'll give it to you" number.

I mean, didn't he
pull that stunt

on, uh, Myra Goldbloom?

Yes, that's right.
I remember now.

She was in the middle
of a big trial.

And when he didn't
produce for her,

she asked the judge
for a subpoena.

He laughed at her.

She lost the case.

I wonder what ever happened
to Myra anyway.

I don't know,
but you're up a creek, babe.

It's very bad
on the record.

[Lew] I went into
the garage, sir.

There was some things
I needed

since you told me
I had to stay away.

I waited for her
to drive off.

Then I went in the garage
to get some personal belongings

-I had stored in a box.
-No.

Well, she came back.
She found me there.

She was furious.

She started cursing me.

So I got in my car,
and I drove off immediately.

-That's a lie.
-I didn't even take the
things that I came for.

[Paula] He's lying.

I drove into the garage.

I get out of the car.

I turn on the light.

And he is in there
waiting for me.

The next thing he does is

he approaches me
threateningly.

And that's when he says
that if we go back to trial,

he's going to kill me.

-I was really
afraid even then.
-Shh.

I thought he might do it.
So I-I ran into the house.

I locked the door behind me.

And then I heard him
drive away.

Do you have any other
witnesses to this threat,
Mr. James?

No, there were no witnesses.

But in these matters, sir,
as you well know,

there's always
a certain logic
that guides the court.

You have the authority, sir.

Your Honor, this woman
has an emotional addiction

to using the legal system
as a cudgel with which
to beat her husband.

She's a self-abusive woman.

Now, the jury
did not see fit
to convict in this case.

Your Honor, the criteria
for bail have been met.

Defendant has violated
the terms of his release.

He committed a new crime
by threatening her.

Now, look, Mr. James,
this is a domestic dispute.

While I take
these things very seriously,

I certainly cannot
lock a man up

every time
there are a few words.

The surrounding
circumstances here suggest

something less than what
Mrs. Jenkins says
actually happened.

The man should be
locked up, sir.
He's going to kill her.

Mr. Jenkins, there will be
no more contact
of any nature whatsoever

between you and your wife,
accidental or otherwise.

If you have to visit that house,
you call your attorney.

You call the police
for a supervised visit.

And this is my last warning,
or I will lock you up.

If anything happens
to your wife,

and I mean anything,

if lightning strikes her,
I will hold you accountable.

Now, that's all.

[people murmuring]

How can you know
he can't find me? Tell me.

The shelter is anonymous.
It fits into the neighborhood.

It's in the next
county over.

You're given the number
and the address
when you arrive.

You're instructed
not to give it to anyone.

How do I eat? Sleep?
What about my son?

Everything you need is there.
Your son will be
with other kids.

You may not have
your own room,

but you'll be
with women like yourself.

-There's nobody like me.
-You're wrong.

Now, mostly, it's... Paula,
it's about a safe place.

It's what
has to happen now.

Lock him up,
the son of a bitch! Not me!

It's my life.
Do something!

First, we have to
keep you safe.

That, we can control.

Control?

What do you know about it?

Do you know
what it's like to be hit,

and hit, and hit,
until you can't breathe?

Do you know
what that's like?

No! No!

You live like this.
You live like this.

Anyone that's endured violence
as long as you have

has a right to fight back.

You've been in living hell,
but look at yourself.
Look at what you're doing.

I'm trying to help you.

Please don't
fight me, Paula.

Don't fight me.

Are you sure
I can't help you?

Don't be silly.

I've got all the helpers
I need.

Come on, toss the salad.

-Are you listening to me?
-Yes.

Red lights
don't mean anything

to your mother
anymore, Gene.

Stop signs, other cars,
people, nothing.

She just weaves along
at 35 miles an hour

until she gets near
where she's going.

And then, by some miracle,
she manages to park

and walk away in one piece.

-Don't make fun of her, Jesse.
-[Mrs. Rogan] Hey!

I am not joking.
I told you about this
months ago.

She is certainly capable
of doing something
as simple as driving a car.

Now, she's had
a very tough day.

Don't you think
it would be nicer

to make her feel good
than tear her down?

Come on, Gene.
I love your mother, too.

I'm worried about her.
I don't want to hurt her.

Soup time!

-Hey, Dad.
-Yeah?

Daniel has twice as many
video games as I do.

-Uh-huh.
-So I don't have
any leverage

when we trade.
I need a stockpile.

Just a couple.
"Castle Keeper" basketball.

Brian, we got you
a video game

a couple of weeks ago,
and it cost $35.

Yeah, but Daniel
still has more.

When you were Brian's age,

you were crazy about
swapping comic books.

Yeah, but they only
cost me a quarter.

[Jesse] Oh, I don't know.

The Archie anniversary issues
would set you back 75 cents.

-Yeah, but they weren't
real comics.
-Yes, they were.

No, real comics have
Spider-Man and bad guys.

Isn't this
a mature conversation?

Brian, we'll stop
at the video game store

when we leave the zoo
on Saturday.

-Yeah!
-Oh, I'm sorry, Adele,

but, uh,
I don't think that

Brian can go with you
this Saturday.

-But we planned it.
-I know.

You don't want Grandma
to buy me a new game.

I need you to do some work
around the house
on Saturday. That's all.

Oh, if you're worried
about that license business,

Eugene is taking care of it,
aren't you?

Yeah, I am.

Joe Piro is going to
get in touch with me.
But Mother...

until we get the license
problem worked out,

maybe you shouldn't
plan any outings, okay?

I see.

Now, then, Mr. Beeker...

did your relationship
with Ms. West

ever get reduced
to straight money for sex?

No. Well, not in
so many words.

But if I didn't
give her cash,

she wouldn't sleep with me.

She used to taunt me,
standing in the bedroom door

wearing nothing
but these little red--

Yes, thank you.
Thank you, Mr. Beeker.

-[laughter]
-Uh, how did you find out

about her other
sources of income?

[Beeker] I found her
appointment book.

It was in the red
satin robe.

$212 robe I bought her
for Christmas.

Anyway, I see that
I'm only one of five guys

listed for, um...

appointments.

Your Honor, this is hearsay.

Counselor, at this point,
anything goes.

-[laughter]
-Where's the book?

The book. I blew it.
Sorry.

Um, Your Honor,
may I recall this witness
at a later time?

I need to refer to material
not presently in the courtroom.

Ms. Harris,
if you would like,

you can complete your direct
that time.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Jo Ann, I'm sorry.

[Judge Cynthia Russell]
Mr. Bauer?

Mm? Yeah.

Mr. Beeker,
if you didn't intend

to give Ms. West
that diamond ring

which you allege
she stole from you,

why did you bring it
to the apartment?

Well, I wanted
to have it appraised.

I figure
I needed the money

in order to pay
the tramp's rent.

I'll admonish the witness
not to engage
in name calling.

I'm just calling her
by the name

she has so richly earned,
Your Honor.

I'll admonish the witness
not to talk back to the court.

-[sobbing]
-[Beeker] Oh, God.

Here she goes
with the waterworks again.

Not going to work
this time, Charlene.

We're in a court
of law now, baby.

[laughter]

Why don't you
admonish the slut

-to stop crying?
-Oh!

[Charlene sobbing]

[laughter]

[man laughing]

[mouths] Thank you.

I just think
it needs to be

a little more,
uh, realistic.

Realistic?

Yeah, you know,
a little more character.

Oh, character.

Have you any recollection
of our initial meeting, huh?

How you went on and on
about the youth factor

and insisted on posing

with that-- that
dead muskrat on your head

and forced me
to do touch-ups

till you weighed in at 180?

Oh, now,
you want realism.

Within reason, okay?

-And I need it by tomorrow.
-Tomorrow?

Are you out of your mind?
I'm an artist.

You want a quick paint job,
you call Earl Scheib.

[knocking]

You wanted to see me?

Uh, yeah, Gene. Come on in.

Just a touch-up, Nucchi.

A little off the top,
if you get my drift.

Certainly.

Anything else?

Any chapels that need
muraling by next week?

[laughs]
That's a good one.

I'll see you tomorrow,
the rotunda at four o'clock.

Oh, God, I'm sorry
I got into this whole thing.

Oh, Arnold,
what about tradition?

Telling people
who you are,

what you stand for?

Yeah, I still think
that's true.

People are still remembered
in images, Gene.

Robert Kennedy
running along the beach.

Donald Trump standing
in front of his tower.

I'd like to be
remembered like that.

Not like some balding, uh,
dumpy, middle-aged guy.

I saw your look, Gene.
I saw your look and Linda's

when I showed you
the portrait.

What do you think,
I'm a fool?

No, Arnold, not at all.

I know I went a little too far.
I'm just trying to remedy it.

But, damn it.

Image, physical image,
it's all important.

[phone beeps]

Ah, yeah.

Sure.
It's for you, naturally.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

Sorry, bureau chief's meeting.
I gotta go.

Do you understand what
I was saying, Gene?

Absolutely, Arnold.
Physical image.

I got it.

I never thought
I would be so grateful

for a bureaucratic
interruption.

[laughs] You mean you prefer
policy discussions

to wading through
Arnold's midlife crisis?

-Hi. Mr. Rogan.
-Hi, Joe.

Linda, this is Joe Piro
from Motor Vehicles.

-Hi.
-May I speak to you privately?

-Yeah, is there a problem?
-Yeah, I'd say so.

I'll, uh, see you
at the meeting.

I pulled her records.

Three accidents
in the last eight months,

several moving violations.

Accidents? Can I see this?

Yeah, the little ones.
Fender benders.

The last one, though,
she hit a pole.

[Gene sighs]

I don't know, Mr. Rogan.
Several strokes.

-It happens.
-Yeah.

Thanks.

Um...

-Mike, uh-uh, 10:30?
-Yearly physical.

Don't worry. They knock it
out of you in three shots.

[chuckles] You know,
clean living

on occasional dose
of euphorics

keeps a man
from going strange.

-That's profound.
-Think about it.

-No, really.
-I don't want to.

Mike, Julie called
about 20 minutes ago.

I left a note on your desk.
Paula Jenkins is at
St. Vincent's Hospital.

-Hi.
-How'd he get to her?

He was waiting for her
when she dropped her kid
off at school.

He dragged her out of the car
and pummeled her on the street.

There's no shortage
of witnesses.

I got to wait
for the X-rays.

-Paula...
-All I want...

is to go back
to a normal life.

You'll get it.
I promise you.

Your husband's surrendering

with his attorney
this afternoon.

I had to take Jimmy
to school.

What else could I do?

They tried to tell her
not to leave the shelter.

He beat me
in front of my son...

and all of those children.

Can you tell me
everything that happened?

You were in the car.

He knocked out
two of my teeth.

In here.

He hit you with his fist?

He was choking me.

And then he just
left me there.

Can you take me through it?

Why? What difference
does it make?

This time,
we'll put him away.

-We've got witnesses.
-[coughs]

I shouldn't have trusted you
in any of this.

You can't protect me.

You can't stop him.

Nobody can.

It's just words.

It's just words.

I wish
you could have told me

that you were going
to drop by.

I could have prepared
a proper lunch for you.

But then,
you've always preferred
cookies to bologna.

[both chuckling]

Your favorites, lemon cream.

Thanks, Mom.

[sighs]

Listen, Mom...

I had a talk
with my friend, Joe Piro,

over at Motor Vehicles.

Oh, good.
Then we're squared away.

Now, I can pick up
Mary Ann and Sarah

for the bridge game tonight.

You didn't tell me
everything.

It seems there have been
some traffic tickets

-and some accidents.
-[laughs uneasily]

You know, you always put
the whole cookie in your mouth

all at once, remember?

I talked to Dr. Peck, too.

And he told me that
the two of you

had already discussed
certain limitations

you might have to
get used to.

Mother, we have to
talk about this.

-But we did that talk.
-[crockery clatters]

It's pretty, isn't it?
[chuckles]

Belonged to your grandmother.

It's very old Wedgwood.

I guess they stopped
making this pattern
a long time ago.

It's nice.

You used to use this
at Thanksgiving.

Mmm-hmm. [chuckles]

Dad always likes to use
the good china on holidays.

Mother, you really
cannot drive anymore.

But I have to.

My bridge game.
My friends depend on me.

Well, we'll get
a taxi service.

Mary Ann would starve to death
if I didn't take her
to the market every week.

The church will help with that.
They have a very good
program for the elderly.

What about me? What about
my cleaning? My laundry?

-What about my grocery?
-I can help you with that.

I can do that for you.

I don't want you
to do it for me.

I want to be able
to do it for myself.

Next thing, you want
to put me in a home.

Mother, we are talking
about driving.

Nothing else.

Well, that's
what's next, isn't it?

Put me in a wheelchair,
whacked out on Thorazine,

watching game shows
in some hellhole.

No.

Mother, no.

I want you to treat me
as an adult human being.

Not treat me
as if I'm senile.

Listen to me.
You cannot drive anymore.

Now, Mother,
I know what you want,

and I want the same thing,
but it's not possible anymore.

Stop it.

Go... Get out of here.

Go-- go back to your office.

You're no help to me.

Eugene...

I'm scared.

When I had the stroke,
you said

everything's going to be
just fine,

just the way it always was.

You said everything's
just going to be fine.

But it's not.

[sniffles]

It is not. [sobs]

-Mother...
-[sniffles]

...listen to me.

I don't want you
to get hurt.

And I don't want you
to hurt somebody else.

Now, I know that
this is not a little thing.

But I love you,
and I can help you, okay?

What am I going to tell
Sarah and Mary Ann?

What am I going to
tell everybody?

They've all been through it.

They'll understand.

Now, I'm going to come back
at seven o'clock, okay?

I'm going to get you
to that bridge game.

[laughs]

You know, I-- [chuckles]

I have some, uh...

leftover roast beef.

Why don't you take it home
for Jesse and the kids?

Okay.

[scoffs]

[exhales sharply]

I, um...

I found the ring
on my dressing table

in a small velvet case.

That's where he left
my pearl earrings
and my jade necklace.

So, it was a gift.

Objection!
Calls for a conclusion.

Sustained.

Ms. West, did you ever
demand money
for sex with Harry Beeker?

[Charlene] Of course not.

Harry and I were lovers.
Not business associates.

Ms. West, why were you
involved with Mr. Beeker?

-Objection! Irrelevant!
-Your Honor--

She has the right
to object, counsel.

Overruled.

You can answer
the question now.

[Charlene]
Why were we involved?

Because I love Harry.

You see...

I have a very loving nature.

I'm a messenger of love.

Ms. West, what is your
current financial status?

[Judge Cynthia Russell]
Overruled.

Well, the little that
I have has been--

has been frozen
by the IRS,

thanks to Harry's
vendetta against me.

I'm flat broke.

I couldn't even hire
a real lawyer.

-[snorts]
-[laughter]

I mean-- I mean,
a private lawyer.

[Peter] Your witness.

Ms. West, you've been having

ongoing sexual relationships
with five wealthy men.

How come you never send
your messages of love
to anyone poor?

Objection!
Your Honor, argumentative!

-[Jo Ann] Goes to motive!
-Sustained.

[sighs] How do you earn
your living, Ms. West?

Oh, it's catch
as catch can.

What do you catch?
Bankers?

Objection. She's still
being argumentative.

I am merely trying
to get the truth,

which is more than I can say
for some people.

[Charlene] I did have
other friends. I did.

But no one like Harry.

Harry was so giving.
Harry was so loving.

There's only you.

There's only one man
deep in my heart.

It's Harry.

There's only you, Harry.

I love the way
she talks to me.

♪I'm just wild
about Harry...♪

Your Honor...

♪And Harry's wild
about me...♪

Your Honor, she's singing.

-
♪The heavenly...♪
-Ms. West.

-
♪Blisses...♪
-[gavel pounding]

♪Of his kisses...♪

Mr. Bauer, would you please
control your client?

♪To ecstasy♪♪

Why, Charlene?
Why did you do it?

Bailiff, remove that man
from this courtroom.

Okay. It's all right.

Come on home. It's fine.

I love you, Harry.

Oh, I love you.
I love you very much.

Take me out
to dinner tonight.

-[Beeker] Will you be mine?
-Yes! Yes!

Stop it!
Armando's. Eight o'clock.

-I love you.
-I love you.

-And I love you!
-I love you.

-I love you!
-I love you.

[Beeker yelling] I love you!

-I love you!
-[man laughing]

Ms. Harris, Mr. Bauer,
please approach the bench.

Let me put this delicately.

Get this crap
out of my courtroom.

I don't want to see either
of these demented lovebirds
ever again.

The two of you
are instructed

to sequester yourselves

and not to reemerge

until you have a disposition

and until both of you
start to behave like "wownups"

and make up.

-Have I made myself clear?
-Yes, Your--

-Perfectly.
-Yes.

Perfectly, Your Honor.

[Jo Ann] No deal
without restitution.

You have got to be
kidding me.

And she has to
give back the ring.

-That was a gift.
-For services rendered.

What would
you know about that?

-And I suppose you do.
-Where do you get off?

-Stop patronizing me.
-I'm not patronizing you.

Everything is a ploy to you.
You would say anything

-to get exactly what you want.
-What are you talking about?

There's no problem.
No need to get a subpoena.
I'll just give it to you.

It's right in my office.
I'll just hand it
right over to you.

I brought it.

I was going to
give it to you,

but then the bell rang
and you came out punching.

You mean...

-You really were--
-Why would I lie to you?

I heard about
Myra Goldbloom.

-Myra Goldbloom?
-Mmm-hmm. Yes.

Myra Goldbloom. [laughs]
She was a bailiff
at Lederman's Corps.

She had a little mustache.
She retired about
six months ago. [laughs]

-What?
-I'm going to kill them.

Hmm?

I thought that...

you were trying
to take advantage of me.

Well, I might like that.

But I mean,
not in that way.

How about prostitution
and misappropriation,

-but suspended sentence
with one year probation?
-Six months.

-If she does community service.
-Oh, I think she already has.

[chuckling]

You know...

I really like the way
you do business...

counselor.

Well, you're not
bad yourself.

I mean, even if
you're not a real lawyer.

Mmm.

Listen, Jo Ann,
I really need that...

that hugging, that kissing,

that which by any other name
would smell so sweet.

Ah, Juliet.
Wherefore art thou, Juliet?

[both] Hmm.

Your Honor, it's clear that
the victim in this matter

has suffered severe injury
at the hands
of the defendant.

Further, Your Honor,
no restraining order

while the defendant
is released
on his own recognizance,

has in any way stayed him
from violent behavior
against her.

What are the people
asking for, Mr. James?

That Mr. Jenkins
be held without bail
pending retrial.

I sympathize
with your anger, Mr. James,

but this is not
a capital offense.

-Bail must be set.
-$100,000.

[murmuring]

Bail will be set at $50,000.

Pending Mr. Jenkins
posting of such bail,

he will be held in county.

-Your Honor?
-Mr. Howsen?

Um, Mr. Jenkins' employer,
Mr. Myron Gates

of Gates
and Benefield Realtor

is present
with a bail bondsman

and is offering
to forward the money

for Mr. Jenkins' bail
and immediate release.

[Mike] Your Honor...

I'm sorry, Mr. James.

I implore you, sir,
to reconsider.

I am a servant of the same
statutes as you are, sir.

Mr. Jenkins
will be released

with all current
restrictions in force

upon payment of his bail.

I never believed what I saw
past my box office
a half an hour ago.

-What's that?
-Somebody was putting
makeup on him.

-Arnold Bach?
-Yeah, with blush.

[Arnold] ...who have met
the challenges
of a great time.

And so this plaque
commemorates the great work

we have done for ourselves,

for those who follow us,
for posterity.

Proud that we are honoring
our heritage,

as my grandfather
would have been proud

to walk these halls

and his father before him,

my great grandfather,
Ernest Peabock,

who sailed
on that great ship,

along with hundreds
of his countrymen, to America.

And he came seeking
the freedom and justice

that he had so long
been denied in his country.

And when I walk down
these hallways of
our newly restored

section of the courthouse
of this great ship,

I think about
my great grandfather

and how proud
he would be today.

And I, too, am proud.

Proud to be a part
of this great tradition

of freedom and justice.

And now, at this time,
I'd like to turn the ceremony

over to Felony Bureau Chief,
Mr. Eugene Rogan.

Thank you.

It is my distinct pleasure

to unveil the recently
commissioned portrait

of our distinguished
District Attorney,
Arnold Bach.

This portrait will take
its rightful place

among those of all
the other district attorneys

who have served this county
throughout its history.

-[camera shutters clicking]
-[laughter]

[man] That looks
like Eisenhower.

[laughter]

[suspenseful music playing]

[suspenseful music
continues playing]

[camera shutter clicks]

Oh, my God.

[gunshots]

[indistinct chatter]

He can't hurt me anymore.

[camera shutters clicking]