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1x06 Truth be Told

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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON ABC: 2004/11/07

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which will have crews
from every local station.

Cable news?

Probably make tomorrow's
"Globe" above the fold.

So 20 minutes, right?

Yes. 20 minutes.

You know, that's another thing.
Who the hell is Alan Shore?

Hello, Samantha. / Alan.

Samantha Fleming,
this is Tara Wilson.

Hello. / Pleasure.

Do you get any sleep at all?

Yes, about three hours a night.

20 minutes.

Jack, don't you think I should
be part of the meeting?

No, Samantha and I will
take this one alone.

Oh.

The accusations were shocking.

Money laundering,

tax evasion,

obstruction of justice...

the verdict, guilty on all counts.

And now, believe it or not,

Jack Fleming wants
to be our next mayor.

Ask yourself, would you rather
have a candidate with convictions,

or a candidate who's been convicted?

Paid for by the committee
to re-elect mayor Thomas Snyder.

In your defense,

I suppose black and white makes us
all look a bit like Moe Howard.

Well, it gets me ticked off
every time I see the damn thing.

And there's not a word of truth in it.

But apparently, that doesn't matter.

You know what? I've got
three Harvard law professors

and a former U.S. attorney
on my campaign steering committee,

all saying that there is no way

that I can get that ad
yanked off the air, so...

I doubt if you've got a silver
bullet here, Al, no offense.

Alan. None taken.

The ad is completely false.

Jack was never convicted
of those charges.

It was a third-generation
family real estate trust.

He was a passive beneficiary,

a victim of a trustee whose greed
got the trust prosecuted,

not Jack personally.

I know you can help us.

You should feel flattered, Alan.

My wife seems to hold you
in very high esteem.

And I her.

As you know, in college,

not a day went by that I didn't
long to sleep with you.

I hope I'm not being inappropriate.

As a matter of fact, you are.

Then my apologies.

When you spoke about truth a moment ago,

I guess I mistook that as
a preference for full disclosure.

Uh, boys, we don't
have time for this.

Alan, I know it's gonna be tough
to get an injunction on this thing...

You've read the First amendment then.

Three days ago, we had
a double-digit lead.

Then they put this thing on the air,

and our overnight polls dropped
six points in 72 hours.

If we don't move fast,
we're going to lose,

all because of this late hit.

These lies.

Please help us.

Let me see if I understand this.

In college, you longed
to have sex with her. / Yes.

You ached to feel her naked body
pressed up against yours.

Yes, well said.

And yet, nothing between
the two of you ever happened.

We suffered from bad timing.

You're wondering if that's our
destiny,

yours and mine
20 years of unrequited foreplay.

Is that what you want?

Is that what you want?

Well, it just seems that
our timing might also... / Mr. Shore...

I saw you in the conference
room with Jack Fleming.

What were you two doing?

Tai chi, actually.

I hope it is clear to you

that it would be an unacceptable
conflict of interest

for you to represent Jack Fleming
in any matter.

This firm is extremely
close to mayor Snyder.

Then this firm should take
a shower, don't you think?

He is a callous, smug, and brutish man

who hates the poor
and abuses the powerless.

You're not following me.

We earn a great deal of money
working for the city,

due primarily to mayor
Snyder's goodwill.

One would think that was obvious.

One would.

Well...

now I have to take the case.

Now, I'm gonna ask you
a series of...

Denny Crane.

Why did you just say that?

Well, isn't that how you guys usually
begin a mental status examination,

by determining if the subject
knows his own name?

Well, yes.

Denny Crane.

Got it.

And who am I, Mr. Crane?

You are Dr. Thomas H. Lee, neurologist.

Good.

Can you tell me what day
of the week this is? / Monday,

and a particularly crisp and beautiful
one, too, I might add.

Good. And who is the current
president of the United states?

That would be Ernest Borgnine.

I'll bet you get lunatics
in here every day

that say that stuff for real, right?

The current president of the
United states is George Walker Bush,

son to George Herbertwalker Bush,

whose father was the late
united states senator Prescott Bush,

who was an undergraduate at Yale,

once wrestled my father in the nude,

but that's a story for another day.

Let's stick to the issues at hand.

Denny Crane.

Flight risk?

Your honor, my client can barely walk.

He weighs 300 pounds and suffers
from acute rheumatoid arthritis.

Plus, I think I got a touch
of the gout, judge.

I ain't going nowhere.

He was moving at a pretty good clip
when he left that jewelry store.

It was a one-time adrenaline rush.

Your O.R. motion is denied, miss Colson.

Bail set at $50,000.

We'll take 15, folks.

In this way.

You got a minute?

Sure.

I need a good lawyer.

You available?

Flattered. What's up?

Well, Marcie and I split up.

Yeah, I was so sorry to hear that.

I can recommend somebody, Richard,
but I don't do matrimonial work.

No, no, I already found
somebody for that part.

There's something else.

Five years ago,
when my son was born,

we saved his umbilical cord blood.

You mean in the delivery room?

Right. We got it stored
in one of those cryo labs,

just in case Zachary

ever needs to use it
to treat a cancer he develops,

god forbid.

Welcome to parenting in the new millennium.

Anyway, the account,
it was opened in Marcie's name.

Which, at the time,
I didn't think twice about.

But now the lab is saying that
makes her the responsible party,

not the two of us jointly.

She's refusing to release the cord blood.

She won't let it be used.

Your son is sick?

I'm sick.

Multiple myeloma.

It was diagnosed six months ago.

Oh, Richard, I...

Chemo hasn't worked so far,

and they're saying that I need
a bone marrow transplant.

But they can't find a suitable donor.

And your son's cord blood
would work instead?

They think so.

It's just sitting there in a freezer.

Just sitting.

Without it, they gave me six months.

Maybe.

You think I got a lawsuit?

Let's meet with her first,

hope we don't have to file.

Good. Okay.

Thanks.

And then what happened, Mr. Shrum?

Well, when I couldn't get the pop
tart out of the toaster,

I unplugged it.

And then I jammed a fork down the slot,

and I guess I must've jiggered
it around pretty good, because the...

Can you give us a moment, please?

Mark, what did I tell you about
volunteering extraneous information?

Not to. / Right.

This is a deposition.

You answer the questions truthfully,

but never volunteer anything,

so don't add stuff like "jiggering
forks around pretty good."

Just answer every question
with as few words as possible.

Got it.

Sorry.

All right, Mr. Shrum,

when you repeatedly manipulated
the fork around in the toaster slot

and then received an electrical shock
and second-degree burns,

whose fault would you say that was?

Mine?

Uh, I can't answer any shorter.
That was one word.

Denny...

We really do need to talk.

The partners are concerned.

- About what?
- Well, your billables,

do you realize that so far this year
you have only billed 1400 hours,

which is 200 hours less than you had
billed up to this point in calendar '03,

which was, as you know, a year
that saw a marked decline.

Breakfast?

I already ate.

In short, Denny, you are coming
in light by about $700,000 a year,

which means that,
since calendar '99 alone,

you have cost us $3.5 million.

You ever forget things?

Things like what?

I don't know, people's names,
where you put the car keys,

whether or not you showered,

what a case you're arguing
is all about.

Not really.

Well, you should get it
looked at, just the same.

You could have what is called
mild cognitive impairment.

It's a precursor to Alzheimer's.

Denny, you are theoretically
our foremost rainmaker,

but you haven't brought in a new
seven-figure client in two years.

You haven't filed a class action
in five years.

Care to guess how much Lisby,
Derucie & Floren

billed as lead counsel
in the tobacco class action?

$127 million.

It's raining cashout there, Denny.

We're not getting wet.

You could do crossword puzzles.

Excuse me?

It's a great brain stimulator.
So is learning new skills.

You know what else helps?

Speaking from time to time
in a foreign language.

What are you...

doing?

Researching a case citation.

Have you ever used
a computer before?

An entirely new experience.

Bottom line, your honor,

if Mr. Fleming feels aggrieved
by the way he's portrayed

in my client's campaign commercials,

then let him counter it
with commercials of his own.

As justice Brandeis said,

"the best antidote to false
speech is more speech."

It's not surprising Brandeis
would say that.

He was a well-known drunk
and pedophile.

No, he wasn't.

That's right. He wasn't.

I made it up.

Does anyone have a problem with me
making provably false accusations

about honorable people,
just so my side can win?

Because that's certainly their strategy.

He's amazing.

Yes, we're quite fond of him.

Mr. Shore is asking that you impose
prior restraint on speech

and not just any speech, but the
robust dialogue of a political contest.

We don't do that in this country.

If they took a song from
the Beatles catalogue

and used it in a campaign
commercial without permission,

would you order the commercial off
the air? Of course you would.

It's an absurd analogy, your honor.

What if they ran a campaign commercial

with footage of this lovely
young woman right here showering,

footage secretly taken
with a lipstic camera

mounted in her health club
locker room?

This is ridiculous. / The point is,

in all of those cases,

we absolutely would see
injunctive relief granted

because those are rights
worth protecting.

And so is the right of Jack Fleming

to have the truth told about his life.

But how do we determine
the truth, your honor?

Would Mr. Shore have us establish
a government department of veracity?

Mr. Fleming already has
a remedy available.

- It's called the slander suit.
- I'm curious.

When one wins a slander suit,
does the court award votes?

Because that's the issue here.

They're trying to cost him the election now

even if they have to pay him
a few dollars years from now.

Well,

this has been fascinating, gentlemen,

kinda like debate night at mensa.

Mr. Gelman, that TV spot you're
defending is emphatically vile.

But, Mr. Shore, he's right.

Political speech is not subject
to prior judicial review.

And thank the lord, or that's
all I'd ever do.

We're adjourned.

Well, that was discouraging.

It was.

I'm sorry.

You tried.

What now?

I'm gonna recommend
we do a gang-bang

sit down with the four local anchormen.

And obviously, you by Jack's side,

doing the whole "stand by
your man" thing.

Very important when accusations
go to character like this,

we answer every question,
dominate the airwaves.

The message? Our guy is
a superior piece of manpower.

Feedback? / Sounds good.

- That copacetic on your end?
- Mm, sure.

Copacetic on my end, too.

Your end?

Got it.

Be right back with your coffee.

Thank you.

Well, we're very grateful
that you agreed to meet with us.

Did I have a choice? You were
pretty insistent on the phone.

Sorry, it's just a situation
of some urgency,

and I know you've said you
didn't want to retain counsel,

- but I would respectfully suggest...
- We've spent enough on lawyers.

We had a five-star divorce,
didn't we, Richard?

Look, I have to pick up Zach
from a play date, so...

Well, what I came to say
is simple, Marcie.

I'm sick, and I need your help.

I can't let you use Zach's cord blood.

I told you that when you called.

What if he gets sick
and needs it himself?

We saved it for a reason.

Marcie, I can certainly understand
your feelings, but perhaps...

do you have children, miss Colson?

No.

You want to protect Zach,

and I understand that.

But how about protecting him
from losing his father?

He's not gonna lose you.

You're strong.
You'll beat this.

No, not without a compatible donor.

This isn't some simple transfusion
we're talking about.

They need an exact match,
and they can't find one.

They've tried, Marcie.
Don't you get it?

Well, they should keep trying.

But I'm running out of time!

Please don't yell at me.

I'm sorry.

I was thinking on the way over here,

uh, about the day Zach was born,

and holding him and feeling as if
I was part of some great continuum.

Feeling as if...

it's stupid, but...

feeling as if I had thrown my DNA
forward into the future, you know?

Like some biological javelin.

He's my flesh and blood, Marcie.

I would never do anything
to put him at risk.

I've read all the literature.

I mean, the chances of Zach ever
needing to use this are about 1 in 2,700.

But I need it now...

to live.

I am his flesh and blood, too, Marcie.

Please, don't ask me about this again.

Either of you.

It's okay.

I understand you provided representation
to Jack Fleming after all,

contrary to my explicit instructions.

I did.

But please understand,

ordinarily, I place great value
on all things explicit.

Is it your feeling that Denny Crane
will protect you from me?

It is.

To the extent that he recalls who I am.

Well, perhaps it will jog his memory

when I devote a large portion of
next month's senior partners' meeting

to a discussion of your situation here.

Miss Wilson.

Was that man threatening you again?

Yes. It seems to be his job description.

CNN said the election
was too close to call.

Fleming is up two points,
but it's within the margin of error.

I think that's what
I'll call my autobiography.

"Within the margin of error."

Will I be in it?

It depends on who ghosts it.
I'll certainly lobby on your behalf.

Well...

I'll expect a chapter...

minimum.

Well, I would imagine you could
earn a chapter quite easily...

I was wondering if you could help me
with this product liability issue...

Never mind.

No, please, I'm all yours.

Hardly.

Ever used a computer?

Denny!

Um... yes. Yes, I have.

Remarkable machine.

Let me ask you a question.

A manufacturer of toasters
should anticipate

that their written safety
instructions will be ignored

to the extent that they're
counter intuitive

and should plan for that
contingency, right?

In an ideal world.

What are you doing here?

I was afraid you'd hang up
if I tried calling you.

Can we talk?

I have nothing else to say.

I think I know your secret.

It was only one time.

Richard and I just had a huge fight.

I went to spend the weekend
at my sister's,

and there was a guy there,
this houseguest of hers.

We were all drinking wine,

and suddenly he and I were alone.

And it just happened.

I agonized about whether
or not to have the baby.

And in retrospect, I can't
imagine not, you know?

But I promised myself that
Richard would never, ever find out.

You can't tell him.

You should tell him.

He deserves to know, especially now.

No, now would be the worst time.

Being Zach's father,
it's what he lives for.

If you don't tell him, I will.

I'm his attorney.
I have an obligation.

Just tell him I won't
release the cord blood.

Tell him to keep trying to find a match.

He needs to keep trying.

If Zachary's blood could save him,
of course, I would let him have it.

And it tears me apart that
I can't tell him that, but I can't.

How did you figure it out?

Occupational hazard.

I watch people's eyes.

When Richard was telling you
how he felt the day Zach was born...

Promise me you won't tell him.

I have an obligation.

Samantha.

You're wet.

It's raining.

He's screwing her.

That media consultant Roberta...

She left a detailed message
on his cell phone.

Didn't know I was borrowing it.

Come in and get dry.

Buy me a drink?

Maybe if he had done it
with somebody extraordinary.

Roberta, she's...

she's just so...

sufficient.

I'm sorry.

It's fine.
This is my regular place.

I bring crying women here
all the time.

Oh, really?

Well...

I guess I'm that cliche?

the credulous political wife,

cheated on, humiliated,

didn't see it coming.

I have to do that interview
with him tomorrow.

Stand by my man.

He doesn't know that I know.

What do I do?

What do you want?

I want out.

Guess I am out.

Guess I've been out.

I do want him to win the election.

I do. He'd be a great mayor.

He really does care about people.

As long as they're strangers to him.

You really don't like him.

Is that why you made that joke
in your conference room, when...

When I said not a day in college went by

that I didn't long to sleep with you?

Yeah.

It wasn't a joke.

I had a place all picked
out back then,

a motel out on route 9,

the Aloha inn.

I thought you might appreciate
the tropical ambience.

I'm imagining a lot of rattan
and plastic orchids.

There's a neon signout front that blinks

"Aloha" in orange,

then "inn" in pink,

then the hula girl's skirt in green,

over and over and over.

It sounds lush.

And all night long,

the rooms are flooded
with the glow of that neon.

And I always wondered how you
would look naked in all that...

pink, green, and orange.

Hi. / Hi.

You okay?

I'm gonna see if the candidate
can squeeze me in for a moment.

Moment of your time?

Are you joking?
We're about to start.

It's a pressing matter.

Perhaps we could duck in there.

You've got 30 seconds.

Then I'd better jump right in.

Do you have a favorite movie
about politics?

Mine is "The candidate."

- Okay, we're done here.
- I still have 20 seconds left.

I especially like that scene

after Redford wins the election
when he asks his top advisor,

"Marvin, what do we do now?"

Goodbye, Mr. Shore.

You're a married man, Jack,

having a furtive sexual relationship
with your media consultant,

which begs the question,

"Marvin, what do we do now?"

Of course, your name isn't Marvin,

and Redford had already won.

You, on the other hand, could still lose

if anything unpleasant were to come up.

And does she know?

Use her name.

Does Samantha know?

Samantha knows.

This is a memorandum of agreement.

By all means, read it
when you have a free moment.

But I'll need your signature
right now, I'm afraid.

So, here are the headlines,

Samantha will do your little dog
and pony showout there,

and all other events with you
from now through the inauguration,

should you be lucky enough to have one.

She, of course, smiling at all times,
exactly like pat Nixon.

And in return, after the divorce,

she gets a meaningful role
in every high-level appointment

and major policy initiative
during your first term.

She put you here.
She's earned it.

I would never, ever give her that.

Do you understand?

Perfectly.

So, then, we'll handle this
transaction in the only currency

that's really available to us.

Samantha gets the house in Nantucket,

75% of all funds in the
various bank accounts

as of close of business yesterday,

the mutual funds in their entirety,

and 60% of all other assets as
determined by the forensic accountants

that we will hire,
and you will pay for.

Oh.

Be sure to date it
on the bottom there.

You can't lie to a client.

I know. I told her.

It's just, the news will crush him, Paul.

And to what end?
What good will have been done?

He will have been dealt with
truthfully by his attorney.

- That's the good.
- I know all the law school arguments.

Let's talk real world here.

Okay. Real world?

If I learned that an attorney in this
firm knowingly told a lie to a client,

a lie central to the matter
the client had retained us to handle,

I would personally report it to
the ethics committee of the state bar,

regardless of whatever
respect or affection

I might feel for the attorney in question.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was just leaving.

Hey. / Hi.

And thanks for seeing me
on such short notice.

I, I know I could have
just faxed this over,

but I wanted to massage some
of the language with you.

Clearly, you're gonna be a better judge

on whether the arguments here
are too inflammatory, / Richard.

which is the obvious pitfall of filing
appellate papers against your ex-wife.

Richard, listen.

I'll just shut up and let
you read it. I'm sorry.

Look, there's something
I need to tell you.

And I don't know how to begin.

You said my client was here,
Markhrum?

He was here.
Mr. Crane came out to get him.

Denny got him?

I don't understand how
Marcie could do this.

She feels deeply ashamed.

But the priority now has to be
finding you a suitable donor.

But how could Marcie
destroy the cord blood?

It wasn't intentional.

She was having it transferred last
week from one lab to another.

I guess she wanted
to hide it from you.

There was a shipping glitch.

It went 36 hours without
being refrigerated.

She was devastated.

I talked to Denny Crane.
He's a trustee of Boston General.

He's having their chief of
oncology call you tomorrow.

Thank you.

That's very kind.

They'll find you a match.
I know they will.

You're gonna get through this.

Let's hope.

... times called it obnoxious.

This refusal of mayer Snyder
to agree to debate his challenger.

Of course, there was one
joint campaign appearance,

the two candidates sharing
the same stage

at one point several weeks ago

when the Snyder camp
called a debate...

Feels good, doesn't it?

What feels good?

Having sex with the candidate.
What if he wins?

I bet the orgasms are
even better if he wins.

I'm jealous.

And we're ready to make a call
in the race for mayor of Boston.

Okay, everybody, this is it!

Based on exit polling,

we are now projecting that mayor
Thomas Snyder

has lost his bid...

Let's go.

He'll want you downstairs in the ballroom

basking in the adulation, part of the deal.

New deal.

This is where I get off.

Coming?

But one thing we do know tonight,

the Thomas Snyder era is
coming to an end.

And Boston's new mayor
will be Jack Fleming.

Stan Forrester is standing by

at the Fleming victory party at the Hyatt

where a very happy crowd is

waiting for the mayor-elect and his wife

to make their way down to the ballroom.

Can you hear me, Stan?

Denny,

I'm worried about you.

You're speaking French
to the messengers,

you got crossword puzzles spread
out all over the conference table,

you walk into reception,

hijack one of Sally Heep's clients,

actually have a meeting
with him in your office.

Did you even know
what his case was about?

I took that test the other day,

the one where they ask you
a bunch of questions

to see if you've turned into an imbecile,

and they do a scan of your brain.
You know what they found out?

That I have a lot of blue and yellow
and red stuff colliding up there.

The damn MRI photo
looks like a hurricane.

I don't remember what
was the good color

and what was the bad color,
but the point is this.

They discovered that
I remember some things

and I forget others.

And that's the way it's gonna be.

You wanna know what that man's
case is all about?

He stuck a fork in a toaster.

It's a little pissant lawsuit.

But I remember what you
said the other day.

What was that?

Seriously, Paul,

you have to have that test.

You said that we weren't filing
enough class-action suits,

that we were missing out
on a gold shower.

I, I believe I said a money shower.

When I heard the fact pattern
of the Sally Heep case,

I was able to persuade Mr. Shrum

that there was a greater
good to be achieved.

And long story short, happily,

the toaster company was
open to my argument.

What argument?

That an attorney...

like Denny Crane with extensive
class action experience

could easily turn Mr. Shrum's case
into a lucrative opportunity.

On the other hand,

if they were to give Denny Crane
their ongoing legal business,

augmenting the fine work
done by the in-house counsel,

then Denny Crane would be unavailable

to represent Mr. Shrum
who, incidentally,

is going to receive $50,000 from
the company as a goodwill gesture.

So don't you worry too much, Paul,

about Denny Crane.

And I also wanna say to
my wife Samantha,

who unfortunately could
not be here tonight,

she's a little under the weather.

Samantha, I love you,

and I wish you could be right
up here beside me right now.

We love her, right?

That's right. Sure we do.

Okay.

Thank you all.
God bless you, Boston.

You did the right thing.

Yes, I did.

I lied to him.

Lori,

you realize you have exposed this firm

to a potentially enormous liability award

and imposed on me certain
excruciating ethical obligations?

You'll do the right thing, too.

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