All language subtitles for The Devils Advocate (1997)

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Go on, Barbara.

We go back to our homeroom
for dismissal.

Unless you have a pass
for sports or something.

Is that what you did
on the day in question?

No. Mr. Gettys asked me
to stay after class.

What happened next, Barbara?

He told me to sit
in the chair beside his desk.

Barbara.

If you will, in your own words,
tell us exactly what happened...

in the next few minutes.

I told him I was afraid I'd miss my bus.

He promised I'd get to the bus on time
if I'd help him do something.

Then, before I could say anything,
he placed his hand inside my blouse.

I was so frightened. I didn't move.
I thought if I was just quiet it'd be okay.

Then his other hand went up
under inside my skirt.

Then, with his hand...

he started moving back and forth...

farther and farther inside my skirt.

He said he was testing to see
if I had any special feelings...

that he wanted to see
what kind of feelings I had.

I was trying to think of something to say,
but I couldn't.

I was confused, and he just kept on.

I asked him to stop,
but it was like he couldn't hear.

He just kept on with his hand.

Then I screamed.

Then he got mad and said
we'd have to try it again sometime.

Did he try again?

Not with me.

But with your friends?

Yes.

And after you had told them
what he had done to you...

they told you
what he had done to them!

Isn't that true?

Yes.

I have nothing further.

Your witness, Mr. Lomax.

Any chance, Your Honor,
for a short recess?

Of course.

This court will be in recess
for 15 minutes.

- Honey, what...?
- Not now, Bernice.

Lomax, what's wrong?

As your attorney, I'm advising you
to keep the fuck away from me.

Why? What are you talking about?

The wife, the kid, the outrage.
You definitely had me fooled.

Hey, you're my lawyer.

You're here to defend me.

Know what I think? Why not put you on
the stand? You can jerk off for the judge.

- You know she's lying.
- Get the hell away from me.

Well, hell, there you are.

Rumor was you were out
wandering in traffic.

Not now, Larry.

What's the game plan?
I got a 4:30 deadline. I need a quote.

Give me a quote.

Fuck off.

Mr. Lomax had no comment
on today's events.

Speculation, however, was widespread...

that the young lawyer's
unblemished string of victories...

would come to an end...

in this courtroom.

It was a nice run, Kev.

Had to close out someday.

Nobody wins them all.

Have you had any discipline problems...

in math class this year?

No.

No?

Hasn't Mr. Gettys had to talk to you
repeatedly about your behavior?

Isn't that why he asked you
to stay after class?

No.

Have other teachers asked you
to stay after class?

Once or twice.

- Did they want to talk about your behavior?
- Objection. Immaterial.

- Goes to motive.
- Overruled.

You may answer the question.

I don't know
what the other teachers wanted.

You'd have to talk to them.

You ever pass notes in class, Barbara?

Maybe a note that...

made fun of Mr. Gettys?

- No.
- No?

Never called him
a disgusting pig monster?

Order.

No.

Your Honor, I've pre-marked this
Defense Exhibit A.

Objection. We've had plenty of time
for discovery here.

I'm going to let this in, Mr. Lomax.

I'm also going to suggest
that if you have any other exhibits...

you present them in a timely fashion,
or not at all.

I'm sorry, Barbara, I was wrong.

It's huge hog beast.

This is your handwriting, isn't it?

- Yes, but...
- You wrote this in Gettys' class.

- It's a joke.
- "He's a huge hog beast.

He probably eats
a thousand pancakes for breakfast."

You're writing about Mr. Gettys,
aren't you?

It was meant to be a joke.

Have you ever had a party
at your house, Barbara...

when your parents were away?

Objection. Your Honor,
this is way out of line.

- Credibility and bias.
- Overruled.

Answer the question.

Yes.

Have you ever heard of a game
called "Special Places"?

You're under oath, Barbara.

A man's career...

his reputation...

his life is on the line.
This is not a joke.

Have you ever played
the game "Special Places"?

Yes.

Is this game sexual in nature?

Is this game sexual in nature?

We only played it once.

This special party, Barbara...

this was the first time you told the
story about Mr. Gettys, wasn't it?

Yes.

I've spoken to other children
who were there that day.

Is there anything else
they may have told me about the party?

Objection. If he has other witnesses,
let him call them.

If I need to call
those other children, I will.

I'm going to sustain that, Mr. Lomax.

Rephrase your question.

You threatened those children,
didn't you?

That's not the way it happened.

You told them to lie, to falsely claim
that Mr. Gettys had hurt them.

These things did happen.

If they didn't, you were going
to tell everyone about this special party.

They happened to me.

So you made up a story. A special story.

A story about a math teacher...

who was tough on you,
who kept you after class.

A huge hog beast you didn't like!

That's what really happened, isn't it?

No.

I didn't want to be the only one.

You goddamn lowlife, son of a bitch...

You leave that girl alone,
that's enough.

Bailiff, evict that man.

No further questions, Your Honor.

I'm going to adjourn for the day.

We'll be back here at 9:00 in the morning
and people will behave themselves...

You made me proud.

Or find themselves in contempt.

Good evening.

Pack it up, baby. You need a drink.

Whoo!

- You go, Gators.
- Yeah.

In the event that we all get drunk,
let's front-load the ceremonial bullshit.

To the best trial lawyer
in Alachua County.

Damn straight.

So, Kev, off the record...

how's it feel to squeeze
a man like Gettys...

through the door of reasonable doubt?

Larry.

Why don't you quit being a party pooper?
Have yourself a drink.

We're not going to discuss
the damn case anymore.

Am I right?

- I'll drink to that.
- Whoo!

No shop talk.

- Ah. Ah!
- Whoo!

- Pour me another.
- Hey, baby.

Lomax, you're wild.

Whoa, I feel one of them nights coming on.

I've seen the Eiffel Tower

And I've seen the Taj Mahal

And I've even been to China
And I've seen the Great Wall

I've seen the Pacific Ocean
The Statue of Liberty

I gotta go piss.

- What?
- I gotta go piss.

I gotta go piss!

Okay.

Hurry.

- Hey!
- Whoo!

Show me your tattoo

Mr. Lomax. Hell of a job today.

I don't want to disturb your party.

"Milton, Chadwick, Waters."

Never heard of it.

What are you going to do? Heh, sue me?

Actually, we were hoping
to retain your services.

We've been following your progress.

From New York?

You've never lost a case.

I've had some sympathetic juries.

That's exactly what we're looking for.

We want you to come to New York,
help us pick a jury.

I tell you, man...

you're pretty damn good.

Your card is great.

And the black thing, you being black...

Whose idea was that? Paul's?

That's just brilliant.

I'm just not drunk enough yet
to fall for it.

I'll buy you a drink when I, uh...

You'd have to start next week.

All expenses, first-class travel
and lodging, you and your wife.

A lump-sum payment, regardless
of the verdict, in the amount of...

Well, hey.

Take a look.

Please, baby, baby, please

Please, show me your tattoo

Baby

In the name of Lord Jesus...

we refute you, Satan, and cast you out
and go forth with the zeal of the Lord.

Amen.

Romans 16:19 says!

Be excellent in what is good

Be innocent of evil

And the God of Peace
Will soon crush Satan

God will crush him
Underneath your feet

And the God of Peace
Will soon crush Satan

God will crush him
Underneath your feet

Romans 16:19 says

All the way to New York
just to pick a jury, huh?

Every dog gets his day.

Why do I feel the hand of Mary Ann
on this adventure?

I gotta tell you, Ma,
this routine's getting awful tired.

Working on Sunday.

Working? Ma, get over it.

Ma. Listen to me. I love my wife.

- Okay? I love her all the way.
- Hmm.

Just like you.

- Let me tell you about New York.
- Let me guess.

Fallen, fallen, is Babylon.

It has become
a dwelling place of demons.

Revelation 18.

Wouldn't hurt you to look it over.

- Couldn't forget it if I tried.
- Oh, really?

And what happened to Babylon?

Thou mighty city, in one hour
has thy mighty judgment come.

And the light of a single lamp
shall shine in thee no more.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

I'll miss you.

No. Jeannie, listen to me now.
I've gone the extra mile with you on this.

I'm trying to work with you.

They'll be looking for that payment and
if it's not there, they'll repo the car.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

Okay, I gotta go.

Look, Jeannie, I gotta make a plane.
Just get yourself on schedule.

Okay. Make the payment.

- Let me guess. It's all my idea, right?
- Yep.

We better give her some grandkids soon
so I can get her off my back.

What do you say?

Let her sweat a little.

All right, Mr. Clintine,
let me ask you this:

Do you think, as a juror...

you'd be able to set aside
any prior opinion you might hold...

about the savings-and-loan industry?

That was a question, sir.

What? Do I like bankers?

Uh, Your Honor, may I have a minute
to confer with my colleagues?

You may.

Dump him.

Let's get rid of Number 4, 6,
and I'd say lose Number 12...

but the prosecutor will fuck up
and do it for us.

Number 6?

You're kidding, right?
She's my first choice.

She's my first pass.

And 4?

With the dreadlocks? That's crazy.

- That's a defendant's juror.
- Did you see his shoes?

Uh, look, kid, maybe down in Florida
you are the next big thing.

This is New York.
We're not squeezing oranges here.

He polishes those shoes every night.
He makes his own clothes.

He looks like a brother with an attitude,
but I see a man with a gun under his bed.

And woe betide the creature
who steps into his garden.

Number 6...

your favorite...

she's damaged goods.

She's a Catholic schoolteacher, hmm?

Believes in human frailty...

No. Something's missing from her.

She's wrong.

She wants on this jury.

Somebody hurt her
and she wants revenge.

How the hell do you know that?

I don't know.

Either you put a stop
to this happy horseshit or I walk.

Walk.

If I lose with your jury,
you do the explaining.

Your Honor, may I continue?

We'd like to excuse
Jurors 3, 4 and 6.

Hi. You're home early for a change.

I just happened to find out...

I was pregnant on the same day
that I got the show.

Your mother called.

She has her bad feeling.

Every now and then, she gets one right.

You okay?

Something's up.

They deliberated for 38 minutes.

Kevin.

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

What the hell did they expect?
The man is as guilty as can be.

Wasn't a jury anywhere gonna let him off.

Yeah.

Except one.

What?

Kev.

Not fucking guilty!

- Oh, my God. You lying sack of shit.
- Ha, ha.

Thirty-eight minutes, my jury.

Yes!

- Thirty-eight minutes.
- Aah!

- You did it!
- My jury. I'm too good.

- Glad you could stick around.
- It's your dime.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Mr. Milton got pinned down in Indonesia
longer than expected.

Good morning, Caprice.

Good morning, Mr. Heath.

Your messages.

Not bad, huh?

You can play it cool if you want...

but when I first walked in,
my jaw was on the floor.

Thank you.

This is our home office.
We have many international arrangements...

so Mr. Milton spends a great deal
of his time in the air.

- Three o'clock, we got the Greeks.
- Am I good cop or bad cop?

We may not need a good cop.

Oh, I love it.

In addition to our corporate clients
we're representing 25 foreign countries:

The Mideast, the Balkans,
Central America, West Africa...

Interesting work, but travel-intensive.

Behind you.

Heh. I'm sorry.

Please. Kevin Lomax.

- John Milton.
- Nice to meet you.

So?

Have we been treating you well?

Very well, thank you.

And your wife, she had a good time?

She sure has. It's been great.
The whole thing's been great.

That's our secret:

Kill you with kindness.

What's your secret?

Uh, I couldn't say.

You were a prosecutor.

Out of law school.
Five years in the Jacksonville DA's office.

Sixty-four straight convictions.

What a number.

I like to be in court.

I didn't plea out a lot.

What's that like?

One day you put them away,
the next you set them free.

Takes a little getting used to.

- Pays better, though, doesn't it?
- Heh, yes, it does.

That math teacher, the Gettys case.
Now, I hear you were brilliant.

Prosecutor dropped the ball.

Really?

You think your guy was guilty?

I didn't say that.

What'd you say?

How's this:

I began the case with a clear conscience.

I was sure you had a secret.

The men's room.

Upstairs men's room
in the Duval County courthouse.

There's a hole in the wall
to the next room.

I spent five years listening
to juries deliberate.

- I love it.
- Love it all you want.

Just don't repeat it.

I'm not sure the Florida Bar Association
would appreciate it.

My lips are sealed.

You don't really want to go back
to Florida, do you?

Walk with me.

Phew.

What do you think?

Some people can't handle it.

It's peaceful.

My sentiments exactly.

Ha, ha. So fill in the résumé for me.
Tell me, uh, your father, what does he do?

I never got to know my father.
He passed away before I was born.

My mother raised me. Just the two of us.

- She never remarried?
- She wasn't married the first time.

That can't be easy in a town
like Gainesville, can it?

I don't think it's easy anywhere.

Holy shit.

Heh, different when you're looking down,
isn't it?

Yes, it is.

Heh, oh, my God.

Your mother...

what's she like?

She's a preacher's daughter.
She's tough.

She's worked in a poultry plant
for as long as I can remember.

She's got a church she really likes,
so she's usually there or they go out.

They do a lot of volunteer work.

Behold, I send you out
as sheep amidst the wolves.

So they say.

It didn't rub off?

The Book? The Church?

No, I'm on parole.

Early release for time served. Heh.

A lot of potential clients down there.

Are we negotiating?

Always.

Can I ask you a question, then?

Why do you need a criminal department?

Our clients break the law
like anyone else.

I'm just tired of sending their business
across the street.

- Are you offering me a job?
- I'm thinking about it.

I know you've got talent.
I knew that before you got here.

It's just the other thing I wonder about.

What thing is that?

Pressure.

It changes everything. Pressure.

Some people, you squeeze them,
they focus.

Others fold.

Can you summon your talent at will?

Can you deliver on a deadline?

Can you sleep at night?

When do we talk about money?

Money?

Yeah.

That's the easy part.

They call this part of Fifth Avenue,
Carnegie Hill.

Got the park right across the street,
and the reservoir.

Best jogging in New York.
Mount Sinai Hospital is up the street.

Some excellent schools.

Not on the top of Mr. Milton's list
when he bought this building...

but, uh, great neighborhood
for children.

Great building.

Follow the money all the way to the top.

You got the managing director,
Eddie Barzoon, on 16.

And, of course, Mr. Milton has the tower.

- You must be Mary Ann.
- Yes, I am.

Welcome. I'm Jackie Heath.

It's nice of you to come by.

Oh, please. We live across the hall.

- You're kidding.
- Right there.

It's just two apartments per floor?

- You didn't tell them about it?
- It can speak for itself.

Voilà.

Oh, my God.

It's what they call a Classic Eight.

Be careful. I don't have a map.
I don't want you to get lost.

We had them paint it white. Let you see it
naked before you pick your palette.

What am I picking?

Palette. Your colors.

Oh, yes.

I need to warn you about one thing.

There are going to be some
very envious people down at the firm.

There aren't many of these apartments.
They're a partner's perk.

You must've made quite an impression.

Oh, my God, three bedrooms.
You know what that means?

Babies.

- It took us six years to get in here.
- Oh, wow.

Unbelievable.

- Thank you very much.
- Jackie.

Kevin.

Are you really this good?

I sure as hell hope so.

They must want you pretty bad.

Look, Mar...

I'm only getting behind this
if you're on board.

If you want to go home...

I'm with you.

Sure.

Let's go back to Gainesville,
back to the condo.

You keep scrounging for clients and
I'll keep repossessing cars for Akamian.

And maybe, just maybe,
if we kill ourselves...

in about five years we can afford a baby
and a weekend shack at Gulf Shores.

Are you shitting me?

I love you.

I love you too.

Tadashi Osumi, Media.

Walter Krasna, Maritime Law.

Bashir Toabal, Energy Law.

I run the Islamic subgroup.

Joyce Rensaleer,
Mergers and Acquisitions.

Eddie Barzoon, Managing Director...

and Real Estate.

Pradeed Resh, Intellectual Properties.

Christabella Andrioli,
International Trade and Customs...

EC and G7.

There it is, Kevin.

The whole team.

Welcome to Milton,
Chadwick and Waters.

So, what do you think?
You can change the furniture if you like.

I guess it'll do.

Until something better comes along?

Kevin Lomax, Pam Garrety.

- Nice to meet you.
- Hi.

Pam was at the Brooklyn DA's office
14 years...

so she knows her way
around the local scene.

You'll expedite his bar application?

It's in the pipeline.
For now, you'll work pro hac vice.

I petitioned Florida
for a letter of good conduct.

And I prepared, at Mr. Milton's request,
an overview of the Moyez case.

The Moyez case?

Move, move, move!

What do you think?

It's a health-code case and it's a loser.

So, what's the point?

He wants to see if I'll plea-bargain.
It's a test, right?

Isn't everything?

It's an 18th-century Italian silk damask...

with an embossed floriated pattern
of undulating acanthus leaves.

Lovely, isn't it?

And, uh, this is about what?

The price?

Oh, it's about, uh, 2000 a panel.

We'll take it. At 1400.

You made it.

Hey, baby.

I thought you said it was impossible.

I thought you said it was important.

Go get them.

Go get them, man.

Tell him, "Cut that shit down."

I know what they're doing over there.
That's right.

Tell him, "Take all that noise
back to Africa."

Good afternoon.
I'm looking for Philippe Moyez.

Look, I'm not sure
I'm making myself clear.

Moyez, you need him?
To speak with him?

Show him your boots.

You're saying he's down here
in the basement?

In the dark?

Where do you think I'm taking you?
Ha, ha.

I thought I would recognize you...

but I do not.

Mr. Moyez?

We've never met.

I'm Kevin Lomax. I'm a lawyer.

I'm here about the animals.

We have an investment in blood.

Think of it as spiritual currency.

Spiritual currency.

Look, Mr. Moyez,
I'm going to need your help with this.

What is the name of the man...

who will prosecute us?

Merto.

Assistant District Attorney Arnold Merto.

What are you doing, Mr. Moyez?

With this tongue, we create silence.

You can go now.

You will have all the help...

I can give you...

against Monsieur Merto.

It's arbor green. What do you think?

Not with your complexion.

New York City health codes.

- That's all of it?
- Not quite.

Thanks.

Caribbean green.

Something cooler, maybe. Cooler.

A cooler green.

Ugh, too institutional.

I love green.

I love it but it's one thing to wear it
and another to have it on your walls.

I'm just trying to help. It's your walls.
Do what you want.

Remember, it's only a health-code case.

Good night.

This is the first time since I've
been 13 years old I don't have a job...

or two.

I feel like I'm floating around
in that place.

You know, just drifting around
or something.

You'll settle in.

We had this little office in the condo...

- Thanks.
- Mm-hm.

You know, his side and my side.
Real nice.

At night, I'd go to sleep,
I'd see that light on...

If I want to see Leamon...

I make an appointment.

- You're kidding, right?
- Mm-mm.

God, how do you handle it?

Take a look around, honey.

Look, you've got three choices.

The Holy Trinity:

You can work...

you can play...

or you can breed.

That's a veal roast, Your Honor.

USDA approved and stamped.

Men kill animals and eat their flesh.

Philippe Moyez killed a goat.

He killed a goat.

And he did it at home...

in a manner consistent
with his religious beliefs.

Now, Mr. Merto may find that bizarre.

It's certainly not a religious practice
performed by everyone.

It's not as common as, say...

circumcision.

It's not as common as the belief that...

wine transforms into blood.

Some people handle poisonous snakes
to prove their faith.

Some people walk on fire.

Philippe Moyez killed a goat.

And he did it...

while observing
his constitutionally protected...

religious beliefs.

Your Honor, this case
is not about keeping goats...

or transporting goats or goat licensing.

The city was less concerned
with the care of the animals...

than the manner with which
they were slaughtered.

Objection!

Okay. Enough, enough. I got it.

Let's wrap it up.

Your Honor...

the city timed this police action
to catch my client...

exercising his constitutionally
protected right to religious freedom.

This is a law protecting
kosher butchering.

Exactly, Your Honor.

I'd like to move at this time
for a verdict of dismissal.

I happen to know a little bit
about kashruth law, Mr. Lomax.

I'm aware of that, Your Honor.

That's why I feel confident
in requesting a dismissal.

Mr. Merto?

- Your Honor...
- Mr. Merto.

For God's sake, man...

- Congratulations. Great job.
- Thanks.

Bravo! Bravo!

Pamela, you look lovely.

So, Philippe...

satisfied?

Always, Jean.

Kevin.

What can I say?

Outstanding. Heh.

Go figure it, a guy like Moyez...

living in some subterranean shithole...

all the while he's walking around
with $15 million in the bank.

You're kidding.

What do you think he's paying us in?
Goat's blood?

Tarzan, we're billing you out
at 400 an hour, my friend.

I don't see a whole lot of pro-bono work
in your immediate future.

I figured you came down to make sure
I didn't fuck this up.

Maybe I did.

Don't get too cocky, my boy.
No matter how good you are...

don't let them see you coming.
That's the gaffe, my friend.

You've gotta keep yourself small.

Innocuous.

Be the little guy.

You know, the nerd, the leper...

the shitkicking surfer. Look at me.

Underestimated from day one.

You'd never think I was
a master of the universe, would you?

That's your only weakness,
as far as I can see.

What's that?

It's the look.

That Florida stud thing. What is that?

Excuse me, ma'am.
Did I leave my boots under your bed?

Never worked a jury that didn't have
a woman.

You know what you're missing?

You're missing what I have.

There's this beautiful girl,
just fucked me 40 ways from Sunday...

we're done, she's walking
to the bathroom, trying to walk...

she turns, heh...

she looks...

it's me.

Not the Trojan army that just fucked her.
Little old me.

She gets this look on her face like:

"How the hell did that happen?"

I'm the hand up Mona Lisa's skirt.

I'm a surprise, Kevin.

They don't see me coming.

That's what you're missing.

- Where's the chicken?
- What?

There's a chicken, plays tic-tac-toe...

never loses. He's famous.

Never loses, like you. Heh.

Tic-tac-toe.

Come on. I'll show you
the fastest way uptown.

Learn the subways, Kevin.

Use them.

Stay in the trenches.

Only way I travel.

Mar?

What happened to the green?

- I loved the green.
- Honey, you're late.

We're due up at the Barzoon's palace
in 15 minutes.

What's all this?

All what?

Jackie says the "who's who" of New York
is gonna be there tonight.

- All this?
- Oh, that.

It was going to be a nursery...

then I remembered you'd have to be
home long enough to knock me up.

So now I'm thinking of building
a law library.

Oh, baby.

Oh, tell me I can handle this.

You can handle this.

- Say something nice.
- Something nice.

Promise me you won't
leave me alone in there.

I promise.

Mm.

There you are.

Hi.

Diana Barzoon. Eddie's wife.

Nice to meet you, sorry we're late.

Kevin Lomax, Health Code Warrior.

All hail.

- Mr. Barzoon, this is Mary Ann.
- Nice to meet you.

Well, Kevin, here they are.

Top of the food chain
and dinner is served.

I throw these parties twice a year.

Stock market, real estate, politics. They're
all players, and they're all prospects.

Kevin, congratulations.
Remember Rashid? Just in from Beirut.

Congratulations.

Bright young lights. Heh.

Oh, oh, you're going to like this.
Come on.

Somebody I want you to meet.

Kevin and Mary Ann Lomax,
this is Senator Alfonse D'Amato.

Ambassador Charles Gagano.

In case you didn't know,
these are the Republicans of New York.

Barzoon always overstates things.

Donald Trump was supposed to be here,
but he had a business emergency.

Probably Mort Zuckerman.

I knew I'd find you here.
I'd like you to meet my wife.

Mary Ann, this is Pam Garrety.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- We're partners in crime.
- Someone you must meet.

Excuse me. This is important.

- You are so beautiful.
- Oh, thank you.

- I heard you met the senator.
- Yes, I did.

- I was married to him.
- Oh, really?

Kidding.

I'd like you to meet Kevin Lomax.
Kevin is from Florida.

- He's new to the firm.
- Nice to meet you.

The senator cannot leave.

Who's that with the senator?

- Oh, God, girl.
- You haven't met him yet?

No, who is he?

Heh, I swear he can hear us.

Hell, he can smell us.

Mary Ann...

John Milton.

I was hoping I'd see you here tonight.
And here you are.

Already swimming with the sharks.

Careful, hon.

Ah, Harry, if you keep thinking small,
we'll never make any money on you, heh.

These parties don't come cheap.

Call him. Talk to him.
See what they have to say.

- Just get it on tape. Heh.
- Ha-ha-ha.

It's a wonderful opportunity for Kevin.

Hmm. Yes, Kevin.
He's going to do all right if he...

buys a few new suits...

learns a few new tricks...

he's there.

It's you. What about you?

Your family, you've got to miss them.
No?

I told Kevin the only thing worse
than not having a father was having mine.

I can relate.

I can, believe me.

- Thanks.
- Thank you, sir.

The worst vice is advice.

But may I make a suggestion?

It's a sensitive...

It's about your hair, that's why I ask.

No, go ahead.

- I mean, you don't like it?
- No.

I like it fine. It's beautiful.

It's just...

It doesn't belong to you.

- You're too alive for a perm.
- Uh-huh.

It's not you.

You should pull your hair back.

Do it. See what happens.

Right now, here, you want me
to pull my hair back?

- Is that so terrible?
- Ha, ha.

I'd love to do it, but if I did...

everyone in this room
who's pretending not to be watching us...

would naturally assume
we were fucking or something.

Please.

Okay.

- Heh.
- It's fun to be right.

Excuse me.

It's a vision.

You've gotta cut your hair.

Are you serious?

A woman's shoulders are the frontlines
of her mystique.

And her neck...

if she's alive...

has all the mystery of a border town.

A no man's land...

in that battle...

between the mind and the body.

You know...

your natural color would really...

bring out your eyes.

Do you have this view?

Sorry?

From your terrace,
do you have this view?

Not exactly.

No terrace and I'm about...

12 floors down.

What about you?

No, I live downtown.

This is a...

family building.

Sounds like fun.

Downtown, I mean.

I'm just getting to know the city.

Is it everything you expected?

More.

I say we ride them as far as we can,
and then eat them.

- Excuse me, Jackie.
- Hmm?

Have you guys seen Kevin anywhere?

No. I'm sure he's around.

- Okay, thanks.
Mm-hm.

Are you alone?

You mean, tonight?

Is your wife a jealous woman,
Mr. Lomax?

Oh, dear, I'm going to scare you away.

No. No, really...

I'm fine.

- Yeah?
- I'm fine.

Bet you like to be on top.

- Don't you?
- Excuse me?

Of the situation.

You prefer to be on top, right?

Depends on the view.

You know what I see?

I see the future...

of this law firm.

We need to talk, Kevin.
Something's come up.

But first I want you to find
Heath and Eddie Barzoon.

Bring them up to my place. Do it quietly.

Quickly.

No problem. Arnold has a few reporters
in his pocket.

We'll plant a story
and destroy his credibility.

Pam, have you seen Kevin?

- No, I haven't, sweetie.
- Okay.

If he doesn't come to us, he'll regret it.

Come on.

Is there more to it?

Just this room.

And a bedroom?

Nope. No bedroom.

- Where does he sleep?
- Who says he sleeps?

Where does he fuck?

Everywhere.

What's up, John?

Leamon, how many hours did we bill
Alex Cullen for last year?

16,242.

What did he do now?

Alex Cullen has just been charged
with murdering his wife...

her stepson...

and a maid.

When did this happen?

Just now. Tonight.

I've sent Pam downtown
to make bail arrangements.

They're gonna fucking crucify him.

They're gonna line up. I gotta call Meisel.

Uh, no, no, no.
I want Kevin on this case.

I hope you're kidding.

Alexander Cullen in a Manhattan
triple murder with, excuse me, Kevin?

Ha! You're dreaming.

You know, I've shaken hands...

with every marquee defense attorney
in this town.

I'd take Kevin and I don't look back.

John, you've got a great eye for talent.

You're the master, but you know,
I just don't see this happening.

I want you on board, Eddie.

I, uh, appreciate the vote of confidence,
but maybe Eddie has a point here.

We can get this case.
The man's our client.

He's a business client.

We know him better
than he knows himself.

We've got the inside track.

We've got the best damn trial lawyer
in the city. It's ours to lose.

Well.

Tell that to Cullen.

I want Kevin to tell him.

Whoa, there's Pam.

You gonna fight for this thing or not?

Pam?

No, it's Kevin.

Hi. No, it's okay. I'm on it. Yeah.

Where are we at?

You left me there.

I had a fucking panic attack
until Jackie told me where you were.

Three hours, you don't even call?

Stop.

Reset.

I'm upstairs. I'm with Milton,
Heath and Barzoon.

There's a good possibility I'm about
to catch a triple-homicide defendant...

who also happens to be...

one of the largest real-estate
developers in this city.

Mar, I had to bail on the party.

You bailed on me.

Mar.

- Did you hear me?
- I was all by myself.

For three whole hours.

The next time you make a promise,
try and keep it.

You gotta be kidding me, right?

Go to hell. And you can
go to sleep on the fucking couch!

- You sure he's up there?
- Yeah, CNN passed the word.

Look at this.

I'm not out 20 minutes,
and I'm being followed by the press.

They're like insects.

Alex, just calm down and listen, okay?

I don't know. Maybe you're right.
Maybe he is a whiz kid, but Jesus Christ.

This is my ass we're talking about, John.

Eddie?

Alex, you know how this town works.

You've got enemies here
you haven't heard from.

Now, with this...

now that you're down...

I'd get ready for one of those...

Class-A, New York-style pigfucks.
- Oh.

You know what's coming.

Now you're going to have to ask yourself,
who do you trust?

Who do you trust, Alex?

I don't know.

I'm gonna have to look around.

You don't have time to shop, Mr. Cullen.

Jury selection started today
at every breakfast table in the city.

This is what people know:

Three dead bodies.

You discover the crime.

You call it in. You've got blood
on your person and clothes.

And, Mr. Cullen...

Your prints are on the murder weapon.

How do you know that?

There's a second print in blood.

It's a partial of a hand on the wall
next to the bodies.

I have keys. I called the cops from
the house. I touched the goddamn wall.

I panicked. I was panicked.

We need 12 people
who can see past all that.

- I touched the goddamn wall.
- I'd get in front of this fast.

I panicked. Is that a crime?

I didn't kill anybody.

This is a nightmare.

How am I going to convince anybody?
I'm innocent.

He's right, Alex.

People need to hear these things.

Ah, Christ, Eddie. Jesus.

You're not happy tomorrow?
The next day?

We'll move over.

But right now, this moment...

you need immediate representation.

I have a 14-year-old stepdaughter...

who I care more about
than anything in this world.

They wouldn't let me talk to her
from downtown.

They won't let me talk to her
now that I'm out.

We need to issue a statement.

He's a winner, Alex.

Just like you were.

And they'll never see him coming.

Jesus Christ.

I've got some, uh, tough phone calls
I've got to...

All right.

My place, tomorrow.

Alone.

You better be every fucking inch
as good as he says you are.

Not if they were giving it away.

Come on, Mary Ann.
Let's check out Yoshi's.

- Andrea?
- Yes?

Another one of these, please.

Right away.

- No, no, no.
- Yes, yes, yes...

I want you loose and pliable
this afternoon.

Get another bottle of chardonnay
for Mrs. Barzoon and Mrs. Heath.

Oh, Lord, this is $3000.

You know what you should do?

You should buy it...

wear it once, and then throw it away.

That will loosen you up.

I say spend it all.

If you never see your husband,
have a relationship with his money.

- Ha, ha.
- I swear...

if Eddie wasn't afraid of me
shouting my mouth off...

he would've put a cellulite clause
in the pre-nup.

Dr. Robert, I'm telling you...

he's a miracle man.
You've seen my new tits.

Who does it better than that?

It's not my tits I'm worried about.

Not too big...

Perfect.

Real or not?

They look real.

They must be real. Heh.

Feel them.

Oh, no, it's okay, really.

Go ahead. That's the ultimate test.
Come on.

Oh.

Feel real?

Yes, absolutely real.

Dr. Robert.

When you're ready.

Oh, God.

So, what do you think?

I don't care if they can hear me.

I don't care!

I don't like it here, Kevin.

And these women. My God, I mean,
I'm seeing things for Christ's sake.

- You just left them in the store?
- Yes!

- Calm down.
- No!

- Listen to me. Mar.
- No!

Mar!

First...

You do this radical thing to your hair.

Oh, you hate it.

Stop. I think it's fine.

I think it's fine.
But I also think it's traumatic.

You've got the pressure of fitting in
with new friends.

A new place.

- Add to that a couple bottles of wine.
- No.

No. It wasn't the wine, Kevin.

It wasn't the wine, or my hair,
or talking to Kathy...

or anything like that.

Because I know
that's what you're gonna say.

What about Kathy?

What about your sister?

- What about her? She's pregnant again.
- Oh.

That's got nothing to do with this?

Kevin, I never see you anymore.

And now that you've got this big case,
it's just only gonna get worse.

If you can believe it...

I'm actually looking forward
to having your mother come and visit.

What about the apartment?

Goddamn you!

Why do you always
change things around?

This is not about the apartment.
I hate this stupid place!

You know...

you buy a couple new suits
and you're fine.

It's a little more than that.

I have this whole fucking place to fill!

I know we have all this money
and it's supposed to be fun, but it's not.

It's like a test.
The whole thing is like one big test.

And God...

I am so lonely.

I miss you so much.

I'm sorry, baby.

I don't know what to do.

Let's make a baby.

Don't tease me.

I wouldn't do that.

Not unless you asked.

Oh, baby.

Do you have this view?

Kevin.

Make love to me.

Kevin. What are you doing?

Unh. Stop. Stop.

Oh, God.

God. Where are you?

I'm right here.

No, you're not.

- Why do we have to keep going?
- Because it needs to be clear.

Because I need to know
and understand exactly...

what happened.

You're standing there, you look down...

there's the gun.

Uh, I don't know why I picked it up.

Uh, it was before I saw Lucinda's body.

You kneeled down to pick it up?

You work late, you come home,
you walk in, everybody's dead.

It's not something you plan for.

Stop. Back up.

Two prints by the gun.

"Right hand.

Right knee."

Right knee.

We've been over this.

I'm trying to picture it.

Your hand...

Your hand came from...

inside and underneath?

Do you want to see it? Here.
I'll fucking show you.

There. Did you see it? Was it clear?

You got it?

Whose gun is that?

- It's mine.
- Are you out of your mind?

You're charged with a triple homicide,
you're walking around with a gun?

I have had nine death threats.

Give it over. Give me the gun.

I gotta protect myself.

That's my job. When the case is over,
you can have it back.

This is a deal breaker, Alex.

Okay.

Let's wrap it up.

So, what's next?

We need to talk to your assistant,
Mrs. Black.

Call her.

You feel confident she'll back you
on the time?

Melissa, yeah, yeah.

She's okay. She's a straight arrow.

Okay.

We're going to talk to her...

and you're not going
to talk to anybody, all right?

All right?

No comment.

There they are.

Kevin, how about a couple shots?

How does it feel to get
the biggest murder trial in New York?

Look over here. Are you really
going to plead Cullen not guilty?

What is happening?

Since the case,
Kevin's picture's been in the paper.

Well, he always did like to stick his nose
in the camera.

- Sorry about that.
- No problem.

Mrs. Lomax, did you have a nice dinner?

Oh, I surely did. Are you hungry?

- Oh, no, ma'am. Thank you.
- Oh. Ha, ha.

Welcome to Babylon, Ma.

Speak of the devil.

I was just telling them the Moyez story.

Really?

This is your mother?

Yes, Mom, this is...

John Milton.
- John Milton.

Alice Lomax.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

How do you do?

Mary Ann.

- You're looking lovely.
- Thanks.

This is, uh...

I believe you met Christabella.

Yes, I think we did.

And Gizelle.

Fresh in from Paris.

Great.

Nice to meet you.

Three for you and my place.

Thanks for the champagne.

Oh, you're very welcome, Kevin.

This isn't really your first visit
to New York, now, is it, Mrs. Lomax?

Yes.

You've done one hell of a job
bringing him up, Mrs. Lomax.

And I'm sure it wasn't easy.

No.

- Mom, we're here.
- Yes.

- Good night to you.
- Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night, Mary Ann.

Kevin, hang on.

Oh, how about Cullen? How's it going?

Everything on beam?

That's a long conversation.

Want to come up and tell me?

Now?

Let's talk tomorrow.

You sure?

Heh, yeah.

Is that what you're doing
when you're working late?

- What're you talking about?
- You know exactly what I'm talking about.

- That's ridiculous.
- Yeah, right.

I'm going to bed.

- Good night, Alice.
- Night.

Oh, shit.

Mom.

Mom, what are you doing?

I'm going home.

What? What are you talking about?

I don't feel right.

Look, you just got here.

And I just got my teeth kicked in
on the front page, so I gotta run.

We'll talk later, okay?

Okay?

I have to go, Kevin.

I miss my church.

This is New York. There must be
20,000 churches. Take your pick.

You need to do a better job
with Mary Ann.

She is not well.

- This place is not good for her.
- So stay.

Take care of her, if you're so concerned.

Help me out.

I'll take her home if you let me.

This is home. Understand?

This is where we live.

I'm not going back to Gainesville.

Unbelievable.

Wide is the gate...

and broad is the way
that leadeth to temptation.

It's a little early for Scripture.

I'm going to work.
You can do whatever you want.

Does my babysitter have to testify?

We need her to establish
the time you returned home.

She doesn't have a green card,
is why I ask.

I would hate for her to get in trouble.

Tell you what, Melissa.

Let's talk to her first. See where
she stands and take it from there.

I'll make sure
Melissa gets down to the car.

- Thanks, Pam.
- Mr. Cullen didn't kill those people.

I know him. He's a difficult man,
but he couldn't kill anyone.

That's why we're all working so hard.

Thank you.

Can I have the car stop
at my ex-husband's?

- My son left his jacket there.
- Sure.

George, remember,
no shredding in the building trash.

- Only in the private refuse.
- Yes, sir.

Excelsior Securities,
who's handling that?

- I am.
- All this has got to go.

Guatemala, Sudan, Cyprus...

Mark. No, no, no.

Vagada Holdings, it'll take you all night.
Just Vagada Holdings.

I thought I was the only one working late.

Uh... Ha!

Well, so did we.

Back to work. This is not a break.

Good news.

We just wrapped up with Cullen's assistant.
Looks like a great alibi.

What a pleasant surprise.

Looks like you've got your hands full.

Oh, it's just a little, um...

housekeeping.

If anyone should ask...

you never saw this.

Who would ask?

- Uh, Weaver.
- Who's that?

Justice Department. Weaver Commission.

- You don't know about Weaver?
- Sorry.

Hmm. How nice for you.

Grab your coat. The night is young.
We're going to the Garden. Ringside.

Title fight.

Roy Jones Jr.

- I'd have to call Mary Ann.
- Do it on the way.

Get my message?

I did. You write beautifully.

What's this Weaver Commission?

I don't like to micro-manage.
Find the talent, then delegate.

Who the hell knows what Eddie's up to?

He's got a lot of fingers in a lot of pies.

Excuse me.

What the fuck are you looking at?

You. You deaf or something?
You don't hear me?

I hear you fine.

So get the fuck out of my car.

Why? I didn't know it was your car.
I'm having a good time here.

Motherfucker, I'm telling you...

- ...get the fuck out of my car...
- Shit.

Get out before I cut your throat.
Fuck that.

How do you know...?

Enjoy yourself. You still got time.

There's a train coming the, uh, other way.
You'll just catch it.

You'll thank me in the morning.

- You ain't right, man.
- Oh, I'm right.

You'll see.

Invigorating.

What did you say to him?

I told him if he didn't leave us alone,
you'd kick his ass.

Look, there's a lady getting up
from her seat. Come on.

Get some! You wanna lose?
You are on!

No, no, no.
Roy's gonna get him. Now, now, now.

Fixed!

- What a beauty.
- I'm glad you could come.

I want you to meet my new heavyweight,
Kevin Lomax.

- Kevin Lomax. How are you?
- I'm well.

And say what?

He's the senior partner at the...

Mar, you're really starting to piss me off.

Yes, I'm having one cigarette.

You want me to lie?
One cigarette after seven months is not...

That's exactly what I'm saying.

Go to bed. I have no idea.

Ho! Ha!

Stop. This guy pays our bills.

The food, the heat, the rent
on that enormous apartment we live in.

I live there too.

Mar.

Give it back to me.

I play the trumpet too.

Kevin.

Babs Coleman.

Kevin Lomax.

Babs is from Georgia Tech.
It's your neck of the woods.

There's Tiffany.
New additions. Where are you from?

Don't tell me.

Michigan.

How'd you know? Oh, my goodness.

How did he know?

That is so good.

Cheers.

Kevin?

Honey?

Hello?

Who's there?

I got a knife.

Oh, Jesus.

Baby...

how'd you get here?

Are you okay?

Oh, God.

Where's your mommy?

You ain't got no mommy?
What do you got there?

What are you playing with?

Huh? What are you playing with?

Oh, God!

Oh, God! No! God!

Baby, please.

Baby, there is no blood.

There is no blood. It was a dream.

It was a dream.

It's not a dream if it's true.

Look, let's get you undressed
and in the tub, okay?

No.

I know you.

You'll leave me now for sure.

No! Get away from me.

Okay.

Okay, I'm... I'm confused.

Why?

What is it now?

Did you like the green?

You did, didn't you?

We should go back to the green.

I'm calling the doctor.
I'm going to get you some help.

They took my ovaries, Kevin.

What?

They took my ovaries!

I told you. Right here.

Mary Ann, it was a nightmare.
It didn't happen.

My sisters have seven children
between them.

My mother had Derek when she was 45.

You could've set a clock by my periods.

Baby...

what are you talking about?

Kevin, I can't have children.

What?

Says who?

The doctor.

I was there yesterday.

Non-specific ovarian failure.

That's ridiculous.

Shh!

Oh, God.

Did you just hear that?

Listen.

Can you hear that?

No.

You're going to leave me, aren't you?

Mary Ann.

I know you.

God...

No, Kevin.

It's these monsters.

I dreamt about this.

Baby, I gotta take this.

No, you've gotta listen to me.

- It's okay, it's okay.
- Why do...?

I gotta take this.

It's going to be okay.

Yeah.

Fuck!

I knew the DA was holding out on us.

Get the discovery package
over here, right now.

Mm-hm. I don't care. Find Cullen.

I get one supervised hour a week
with my stepdaughter.

I am in there with two shrinks
and three social workers.

You better have a good reason
for calling me out.

Your wife, the day she was killed,
had lunch with a friend.

"Alex is fucking around
and I can prove it."

That's hearsay. That never gets in.

Wrong answer.

Your prenuptial agreement's
on file at the firm.

The contract is void
in the event of marital infidelity.

You fuck around, she gets rich.

That's a motive, Alex.

What do I need to know?

Melissa, my assistant.

She wasn't even that good a fuck.

And...

on the night in question?

I was boning my assistant
the night my wife got shot.

I've got to re-interview Melissa.

No, forget it. We're not
telling that story.

Juries want honesty.
Fuck with that at your peril.

- Alessandra, wait.
- Alex...

- Alessandra.
- Alex.

Not now. Mrs. Skylar, please.

Time's up, Mr. Cullen.

- Alex.
- I can't.

This isn't fair. I had 15 more minutes.

You'll just have to wait until next week.

- I'll see you next week.
- That's it, I'm sorry.

Uh-huh. For sleep.

And she can take that during the day?

No, she won't be driving.

I'll have the pharmacy call you right back.

He's not sure. He thinks it could
be some kind of hormonal imbalance.

I'm taking you off the case.

What?

I want you to drop this case.

This case? Cullen?

- I've got a jury showing up.
- Do you love this woman?

- Of course I do.
- Then what are you doing?

She's sick.

Everyone will understand.
I'll understand.

What about Cullen?

We find somebody new.

You consult.

You live to fight another day.

What are you talking about?
I put together a great jury.

It's a disappointment. We have them.

All of us have them. You use it.
You embrace it. And then you move on.

Hang on.

We've gotta talk about this.

Aw, listen to yourself, Kevin.
"We've gotta talk about this."

It's your wife, man.

She's sick, she needs you.

She's got to come first.

All right, wait a minute.

Do you mean the possibility of leaving
this case has never entered your mind?

You know what scares me?

I quit the case, she gets better...

and I hate her for it.

I don't want to resent her.

I've got a winner here.

I've got to nail this fucker down
and put it behind me. Just get it done.

Then...

then...

put all my energy into her.

I stand corrected.

Fill me in. Did Cullen's assistant
admit to the affair?

She did to me, but she won't in court.

Convince her otherwise.

And when all that evidence
is laid before you...

when all these pieces weave together,
you will conclude...

you will know...

that Alexander Cullen is guilty...

of murdering three people...

in cold blood...

and with malice aforethought.

Thank you.

Your Honor.

Mr. Lomax, uh, we can break for lunch now
or you can do a stop and start.

If it's a choice, I'll go now.

I won't be as long as Mr. Broygo.

Proceed.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury...

I know you've spent all morning
listening to Mr. Broygo talk.

I know you're hungry.

What I need to tell you
won't take very long at all.

I don't like Alexander Cullen.

I don't think he's a nice person.

I don't expect you to like him.

He's been a terrible husband
to all three of his wives.

He's been a destructive force
in the lives of his stepchildren.

He's cheated the city, his partners...

his employees.

He's paid hundreds of thousands
of dollars in penalties and fines.

I don't like him.

I'm going to tell you some things
during the course of this trial...

that are going to make you
like him even less.

But this isn't a popularity contest.

It's a murder trial.

And the single most important
provable fact of this proceeding...

is that Alexander Cullen
was somewhere else...

when these horrible crimes took place.

Now, the State...

The State is going all out here.

They've got this whole team here...

throwing everything
but the kitchen sink at this case.

I want one thing from you.

That's it.

One thing.

I want you to ask yourself:

"Is not liking this man...

reason enough...

to convict him of murder?"

Enjoy your lunch.

We'll talk again.

What the fuck was that about?
They're going to hate me.

Listen to me like you've never
listened to anyone before in your life.

I'm gonna bust my ass
to make sure they hate you.

Because as long as you're boning Melissa,
you're not home killing your wife.

Why didn't you say something before?

Then it doesn't look spontaneous.

Oh, you got it now?

- Hey. Kevin.
- Eddie.

Saw you go in.

What's up?

Congratulations.

- It's not over yet.
- I'm not talking about the trial.

What are you talking about?

How the fuck does your name
get on the firm's charter?

What?

It looks like it's been there for years.

So now you're a partner.
When did that happen?

You know, I still am the managing director
of this firm.

You want my job, take me head on.

You backdoor me one more time...

and I'll take your partnership papers
and shove them down your throat!

I don't know what you're talking about.
I sure don't like your tone.

- Ah, bullshit.
- You got a problem with documents...

put together one of your
late-night shredding sessions.

Ah.

You think you're tough enough
to run this firm?

Ha! Remember the Weaver Commission
investigation?

Tell your mentor...

the next time Weaver calls me,
maybe I'll just...

pick up the phone.

- Was he drunk?
- I doubt it.

He was going running.

What the hell was he talking about?

Eddie's got himself in trouble again.

And he wants me to save him.
Only this time, I can't.

Why does he think I'm after his job?

You ever have any experience
with manic depression?

- Not directly, no.
- You do now.

- 346.
- It's me. Get Eddie Barzoon.

Uh, he may be out running,
so you might have to page him.

- It's an emergency.
- Yes, sir.

You look like you could use a drink.

Yes. Yes, thanks.

Eddie Barzoon, Eddie Barzoon. Ha.

I nursed him through two divorces,
a cocaine rehab...

and a pregnant receptionist.

Ha. God's creature, right?

God's special creature?

I've warned him, Kevin.

I've warned him every step of the way.

Watching him bounce around
like a fucking game.

Like a wind-up toy.

Like 250 pounds...

of self-serving greed on wheels.

The next thousand years
is right around the corner, Kevin.

Eddie Barzoon.

- Take a good look because...
- Excuse me.

He's the poster child
for the next millennium.

These people, it's no mystery
where they come from.

You sharpen the human appetite...

to the point where it can split atoms
with its desire.

You build egos the size of cathedrals.

Fiber-optically connect the world
to every eager impulse.

Grease even the dullest dreams
with these dollar-green...

gold-plated fantasies until every human
becomes an aspiring emperor...

becomes his own god.
Where can you go from there?

- Hey. Wrong way.
- Yeah, yeah. Fuck you...

As we're scrambling...

from one deal to the next,
who's got his eye on the planet?

As the air thickens, the water sours...

even bees' honey takes on
the metallic taste of radioactivity...

and it just keeps coming,
faster and faster.

Oh, fuck! Help! Stop it!

There's no chance to think, to prepare.

It's buy futures, sell futures...

when there is no future.

We got a runaway train, boy.

We got a billion Eddie Barzoons
all jogging into the future.

Every one of them is getting ready
to fistfuck God's ex-planet...

lick their fingers clean...

as they reach out toward their pristine,
cybernetic keyboards...

to tote up their fucking billable hours.

And then it hits home.

You gotta pay your own way, Eddie.

A little late in the game to buy out now.

Give me your watch.

What? I like this watch.
Do you think you're just going to take it?

Your belly's too full, your dick is sore...

your eyes are bloodshot and
you're screaming for someone to help.

But guess what? There's no one there.

You're all alone, Eddie.
You're God's special little creature.

No.

Maybe it's true.
Maybe God threw the dice once too often.

Maybe he let us all down.

You testified
the defendant called you at 4:30...

to ask you to come to his office gym
for the purposes of sex.

Yes.

Mr. Cullen, though,
he's not just your lover, is he?

He's the boss.

Yes.

So two hours go by
before you act on his request?

10.

I knew it was 6:10 because I heard
the weather coming on the news...

Okay, stop.

This prosecutor is no fool.

He's going to change tempo,
attitude, tone of voice.

He's going to come out with questions
you never thought of just to screw you up.

So, what do we do?

Yes and no answers. Stay calm.

Exactly.

Is it your testimony, Ms. Black,
that between the hours of 6:10 and 9:40...

you were engaged in sexual congress
with the defendant?

Yes.

At any point during this three-hour
marathon...

did you lose sight of the defendant?

- No.
- Did he use the bathroom?

- Yes.
- Is he circumcised?

- You understand the question?
- Yeah.

So is he cut or not?

Yes.

Which is it?

You've polished his knob
three times a week for six months.

- You don't know if he has foreskin?
- I've had enough of your fucking game!

Why don't you take your questions
and shove them up your ass?

Kevin.

What's happening?

- It's Eddie Barzoon.
- What about him?

He's dead. He was killed.

- When?
- Last night. In the park.

He was running, if you can believe it.

What is wrong with people?

At least they got the scumbags who did it.

Who?

Two old homeless crazies.

Kevin. I'm sorry,
you're due in court in 30 minutes.

- Get your things together.
- Are we finished here or what?

I'll bring Melissa down to the car.
You better get going.

I want you to put Eddie aside.
Let me worry about it.

You've got to deal with Cullen.

You've got to marshal your strength.
Prioritize. Conserve your energy.

I can't put her on the stand.

- What choice do you have?
- I know she's lying.

She's lying because she didn't answer
you fast enough? She lied to you? No.

She said nothing.

Fact is, you'll never know anyway.

He killed those people.

You really believe that?

He set me up.

Cullen fucking set me up.
Melissa, the whole thing.

I know it.

Gotta go with your gut.

That's your advice?

I'll back you either way.

Maybe it's your time to lose.

Think I haven't lost before?

Kevin.

We talked about this, remember?

Pressure.

Take a big whiff.

All rise.

The Honorable Armand Poe presiding.

Please be seated.

All right, Mr. Lomax,
you may present your case.

Mr. Lomax.

I call Melissa Black.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth, nothing but the truth...

so help you God?
- I do.

Kevin!

I have maintained my innocence
all along, now you see proof.

Feeney, it's him.

She didn't look well.
Felix tried to talk to her.

- Where is she?
- Church of the Heavenly Hope.

Honey.

Mar, it's me.

What happened?

Are you okay?

He let himself in. You need to know that.

Who let himself in?

The bath was running or something.

I didn't hear him. I swear to you.

And then we talked.

And we talked for hours.

And I haven't talked to anyone...

really talked to anyone in so long.

Did somebody hurt you?

Yeah.

Who?

Milton.

What?

He, uh...

He...

He fucked me.

And I think I wanted him to,
but then I just...

I don't know, I just couldn't stop him.

He just wouldn't stop.

When?

- Baby, when?
- Today.

The whole afternoon.

I'm so ashamed.

Today?

Yeah.

Today?

Today he was in court.

He was in court
in my presence all afternoon!

- No!
- Yes!

Yes! Yes!

No.

God, no, Kevin.

Kevin, I'm not crazy.

You have to believe me.

- No!
- Oh, Jesus.

He did this to me!

No!

He did this to me.

What did you do to yourself?
What are we going to do, baby?

What am I going to do?

Sign there. And your relationship.

She's calm now. This might be
a good time to say good night to her.

I know why this is happening.

Shh.

They want you to sleep.

It's the money.

Blood money.

We just drank it down, both of us.

We knew it.

Winning those cases, taking the money.
We knew they were guilty.

But you just kept on winning...

every time.

I can't look at myself in the mirror.

I see a monster.

Don't do this, Kevin.
Please take me home.

Please don't do this.

I'm not crazy.

Doesn't Diana look fabulous?

- Alessandra, you look ravishing.
- Thank you.

Mrs. Skylar.

We are here today...

to remember Eddie Barzoon.

Isn't she lovely?

We have gathered here
to seek shelter in our common grief.

To draw strength toward our tested faith.

So, what do they say? How's Mary Ann?

They don't know.

She's...

She's falling apart.

Hallucinations.

Milton...

It's bad.

Do you have room for one more?

Beloved father. Devoted husband.

Trusted friend.

Esteemed colleague. Benevolent citizen.

All of these things.

And yet one thing more:

Child of God.

And it is to that Father
that he now returns.

Eddie Barzoon...

such a vibrant member
of our community...

has moved beyond us now.

He has entered...

a new communion.

And for that it is a time of rejoicing.

God, who is our refuge and our strength.

God, who is that very present help...

in time of trouble.

Therefore we will not fear...

though the Earth should change...

though the mountains shake
in the heart of the sea...

though its waters roar and foam...

though the mountains tremble
with its tumult.

We cannot fear too long...

for Eddie Barzoon...

has gone home.

Mr. Lomax?

No comment.
I'll have something for you later.

I'm a friend of Eddie Barzoon.

You don't know me,
but Eddie mentioned your name.

Mitch Weaver, Justice Department?

Staking out the funeral?

Looking for you, actually.

I'm in a hurry. I need to talk to my wife.

Just wanted to ask you, off the record.
I have a few questions about Eddie.

Milton, Chadwick, Waters
is a little more than a law firm.

But I assumed you knew that.

Vagada Holdings?
I'm sure you've heard of it.

Arms brokering, mostly.

Chemical weapons and toxic waste.

Money laundering for the eastern bloc.

It goes on and on and on.
Milton is into everything.

Barzoon was coming in, Kevin.
He was going to testify.

DeSoto and Dibalista, Panama.

That firm sets up bank accounts
for judges in South America.

Huge drug cases, murder, everything.

What the fuck do you want?
He's a lawyer!

Now stay off my back!

This is a first-time last-time offer,
Kevin.

I'm learning about you.

I talked to some old friends
in Florida this morning.

The Gettys case?

Eighth grade teacher?

They found him yesterday.

He had the body of a 10-year-old girl
in the trunk of his car.

Is he all right? Get help!

Hey, Marie,
do you want to go to the party?

- Come on.
- No.

Horace will be disappointed.

It's a birthday party. We can sing.

"Or indeed, His divine power...

has granted us all things
pertaining to life and piety...

through the knowledge of Him
who has called us..."

Kevin?

What are you doing here?

I came this morning.

I kept calling the house
and getting no answer.

I need to talk to you.

We got her on the first flight up
this morning.

Are you all right, Kevin?

I just, um...

I don't know.

Would you excuse us
for a moment, please?

- Sure.
- Come on, Kevin.

How you doing, sweetie?

I know something
that'll make you feel better.

There.

I shouldn't have left. I knew it.

I'll never forgive myself.

- There's nothing you could've done.
- Oh, I could've told you the truth.

About what?

Baptist Endeavor Youth Crusade, 1966.

I was here in New York.

That night in the elevator,
you never let me answer.

- What are you talking about?
- I stayed here a week in the Tremont Hotel.

They had a restaurant downstairs
where we ate almost every meal.

Wait. Stop.

Your father was a waiter
in that restaurant.

My father?

Oh, this is great, Ma.

- Honey, please listen.
- Now?

You do this now?

Because, I mean, your timing, it's superb.

You wait 30 years,
you fly up here, you pick today?

Kevin, honey, just...

Obviously I'm not under enough pressure.
I don't have enough on my mind!

I need this...

Listen to me!

Kevin. Kevin.

Kevin.

Behold, I send you out as sheep
amidst the wolves.

Oh. Don't you look beautiful now.

Take a look and see.

It's all right, dear. Look.

- No.
- Go on, take a look.

See how beautiful you are?

See?

Get out!

What happened?

- She attacked me.
- Huh?

Mary Ann. Mary Ann.

Open the door.

Open the door, Mar.

Mar? Open the door. Mar.

Mar? Come on, Mar.

It's okay. Open the door!

- No!
- Mar!

Come on!

Open the door!

Mar!

Open the door, Mar!

Oh, my God! Get somebody! Go! Go!
Mar, look at me!

Somebody! Help!

No! Mar!

Pam, get help!

Go!

Mar! Sweetheart!

- Mar, look at me!
- I love you.

No, no, no!

No!

Oh, God, Mar, what have you done?
What have you done?

We need a doctor in here!

We need a doctor!

Mar, Mar, Mar, please stay with me, Mar!

Stay with me, Mar!

Get Dr. Job in here now!

Sir, get away so that I can help her. Now!

Sir, off! Go!

Come on. Come on.

- Help her.
- Out of the way.

Get Dr. Job, please! I'm losing her!

Finish the story.

1966. You were in New York.

- There's a waiter in a restaurant.
- Ugh.

Finish the story.

He talked to me.

Nobody'd ever really talked to me before.

Sixteen years old, a thousand miles away
from home, someone takes an interest...

Knew the Bible, every word.
Just knew it by heart.

Every meal, there he was
at my ear and I was...

That last night he came
to say goodbye...

and I started crying.

And he told me:

Behold, I send you out as sheep
amidst the wolves.

I want to hear you say it.

- His face that night, I knew it was him.
- Say it.

You were so proud you'd just come to
New York and done this all on your own.

- Say it!
- I didn't have the heart to tell you.

- You wondered yourself. The money...
- Say it!

That apartment, the attention,
everything out of nowhere.

Say it!

Milton, he's your...

father.

He's your father.

Somehow he found us.
He tracked you down.

- No.
- He did.

He's always been there.

I know that now.

Watching.

Waiting.

Playing us like a game.

What do you mean?

I gotta go.

No, leave it alone. Stay here with me.

Forget about him. We can leave here.

We can go home.
We don't ever have to see him again.

I can't do it.

You go home. You go home.

- Kevin.
- I have to go.

- I have to go.
- Wait.

I love you.

- There you are.
- Pam.

Look at you. You're terrified.

Not to worry.

He'll take away that fear.

You don't ever have to be
frightened again.

Go on.

He's waiting for you.

Go.

You were right about one thing.

I have been watching.
Couldn't help myself.

Watching.

Waiting.

Holding my breath.

But I'm no puppeteer, Kevin.

I don't make things happen.

Doesn't work like that.

What'd you do to Mary Ann?

Free will. It's like butterfly wings.

Once touched,
they never get off the ground.

No.

I only set the stage.

You pull your own strings.

What did you do to Mary Ann?

A gun? In here?

Goddamn it, what did you do to my wife?

Well...

on a scale of one to 10...

10 being the most depraved act
of sexual theater known to man...

one being your average
Friday night run-through at the Lomaxs'...

I'd say, not to be immodest...

Mary Ann and I got it on at about seven.

Fuck you!

Oh. Oh. Oh. Got me!

Got me! Yes! Wow!

Oh, yeah! Yeah!

Step it up, son! Come on! That's good!

You got to hold on to that fury.

That's the last thing to go.

That's the final hiding place.
It's the final fig leaf.

- Who are you?
- Who am I?

Who are you?

Never lost a case.

Why?

Why do you think?

Because you're so fucking good.

Yeah?

But why?

Because you're my father?

I'm a little more than that, Kevin.

Awfully hot in that courtroom, wasn't it?

"What's the game plan, Kevin?"

"It was a nice run, Kev."

"Had to close out some day."

"Nobody wins them all."

What are you?

Oh.

I have so many names.

Satan.

Call me Dad.

Mary Ann, she knew it.

She knew it. She knew it,
so you destroyed her.

You're blaming me for Mary Ann?

Oh, I hope you're kidding.

Mary Ann, you could have
saved her anytime you liked.

All she wanted was love.

Hey, you were too busy.

That's a lie.

Mary Ann in New York?

Face it, you started looking to
better-deal her the minute you got here.

That's not true.
You don't know what we had.

- You don't know anything about it.
- Hey, I'm on your side.

- You're a liar!
- No, hey... Kevin.

There's nothing out there for you.

Don't be such a fucking chump.

Stop deluding yourself.

I told you to take care of your wife.

What did I say?

"The world would understand."
Didn't I say that?

What did you do?

"You know what scares me, John?

I leave the case, she gets better
and then I hate her for it."

Remember?

I know what you did.
You set me up.

Who told you to pull out
all the stops on Gettys?

- Who made that choice?
- It's entrapment. You set me up.

And Moyez. The direction you took.

Popes, swamis, snake handlers,
all feeding at the same trough.

- Whose ideas were those?
- You played me!

It was a test! Your test!

And Cullen. Knowing he was guilty.

Seeing those pictures.

What did you do?
You put that lying bitch on the stand.

You brought me in. You put me there.
You made her lie.

I don't do that, Kevin!

That day on the subway,
what did I say to you?

What were my words to you?

Maybe it was your time to lose.
You didn't think so.

Lose? I don't lose!

I win!

I'm a lawyer! That's my job.
That's what I do.

I rest my case.

Vanity...

is definitely my favorite sin.

Kevin, it's so basic.

Self-love.

The all-natural opiate.

You know, it's not that you didn't care
for Mary Ann, Kevin...

it's just that you were
a little more involved with someone else.

Yourself.

You're right.

I did it all.

I let her go.

Aw, don't be too hard on yourself, Kevin.
You wanted something more.

Believe me.

I...

I left her behind and just kept going.

You cannot keep punishing yourself,
Kevin.

It's awesome how far you've come.

I didn't make it easy.

Couldn't.

Not for you...

or your sister.

Half-sister, to be exact.

Surprise.

Some scene, huh, Kevin?

Don't let him scare you, eh?

Kevin, I've had so many children.

I've had so many disappointments.

Mistake after mistake.

And then there's you.

The two of you.

What do you want from me?

I want you to be yourself.

You know, I'll tell you, boy...

guilt...

it's like a bag of fucking bricks.

All you gotta do...

is set it down.

Hey.

I know what you're going through.

I've been there.

Just come here. Come here.

Yeah. Let it go.

Uh, I can't do that.

Who are you carrying
all those bricks for anyway?

God?

Is that it?

God?

I'll tell you...

let me give you
a little inside information about God.

God likes to watch.

He's a prankster.

Think about it.

He gives man...

instincts.

He gives you this extraordinary gift,
and then what does he do?

I swear, for his own amusement...

his own private, cosmic gag reel...

he sets the rules in opposition.

It's the goof of all time.

Look, but don't touch.

Touch, but don't taste.

Taste, but don't swallow.

And while you're jumping from one foot
to the next, what is he doing?

He's laughing his sick fucking ass off!

He's a tightass!

He's a sadist!

He's an absentee landlord!

Worship that? Never!

Better to reign in hell
than serve in heaven, is that it?

Why not?

I'm here on the ground with my nose in it
since the whole thing began.

I've nurtured every sensation
man has been inspired to have.

I cared about what he wanted
and I never judged him.

Why? Because I never rejected him,
in spite of all his imperfections.

I'm a fan of man!

I'm a humanist.

Maybe the last humanist.

Who, in their right mind...

Kevin, could possibly deny...

the 20th century was entirely mine?

All of it, Kevin!

All of it!

Mine.

I'm peaking, Kevin.

It's my time now.

It's our time.

Anybody want a drink?

I'm having a drink.

This is some pitch, all this.

You must need me pretty bad.

What do you want?

Eddie was right.

I want you to take over the firm.

You...

and your sister.

- Is that it?
- No.

She's ovulating...

right now.
- What?

Your vanity...

is justified, Kevin.

Your seed...

is the key to a new future.

Your son is going to sit
at the head of all tables, my boy.

He's gonna set this whole thing free.

You want a child.

I want a family.

The Antichrist.

Whatever.

But I have to volunteer.

Free will, it is a bitch.

Kevin, I need a family.

I need help. I'm busy.

Millennium's coming, son.

Title fight. Round 20. Ha, ha.

Ooh. I'm ready to work.

What do you say, kid?

What're you offering?

Are we negotiating?

Always.

Yes.

What are you offering?

Everything.

Anything.

What do you want?
How about bliss, for starters?

Instant bliss. Bliss on tap. Ha, ha.

Bliss any way you want it.

How about that first line of cocaine?

That walk into a strange girl's bedroom.

Familiar?

Oh, you're gonna have to do
a little better than that.

I know.

I'm just getting warmed up.

You want more, don't you?
You deserve more.

How about the thing you love the most?

A smile from a jury.

Whew. That cold courtroom
just giving itself over...

bending to your strength.

I get that on my own.

Not like this.

I take the bricks out of the briefcase.

I give you pleasure.

No strings!

Freedom, baby...

is never having to say you're sorry.

This is revolution, Kevin.

It happened in Monterey

A long time ago

Forget about him.

This is about us.

In old Mexico

Stars and steel guitars
And luscious lips as red as wine

You don't know how hard it's been
for me to wait for you.

Why the law?

Cut the shit, Dad. Why lawyers?
Why the law?

Because the law, my boy,
puts us into everything.

It's the ultimate backstage pass.
It's the new priesthood, baby.

Did you know there are more students
in law school...

than lawyers walking the Earth?

We're coming out...

guns blazing!

The two of you...

all of us, acquittal after
acquittal after acquittal...

until the stench of it reaches
so high and far into Heaven...

it chokes the whole fucking lot of them.

In the Bible, you lose.

We're destined to lose, Dad.

Consider the source, son.

Besides...

we'll write our own book.

Chapter one.

Right here. This altar.

This moment.

Will you stop talking?

You talk too much.

Both of you.

Kevin.

Look at me.

Just look at me.

Oh. She is really stunning.

Who am I?

I've wanted you from the moment we met.

The virtue of the devil is in his loins.

What about love?

Overrated.

Biochemically no different than eating
large quantities of chocolate.

Hey. In two minutes you won't be thinking
about Mary Ann ever again.

Come here.

She's right, my son.

It's time to step up
and take what's yours.

You're right.

It's time.

Free will, right? Heh.

No!

- No!
- No!

No!

Damn you!

Enough!

Haven't I given enough?

It was a nice run, Kev.

Had to close out someday.

Nobody wins them all.

What are you doing, baby?

Are you okay?

I am now.

All rise.

The Honorable Judge Garson Deeds
presiding.

Please be seated.

You're still under oath, young lady.

Your witness, Mr. Lomax.

Mr. Lomax?

Your Honor...

I'm terribly sorry.

But I can no longer represent my client.

I need to be replaced as counsel.

Order. Order! Order!

I adjourn this court.

This is outrageous. Are you aware
of the consequences of this action?

I am, sir.

I want to see both attorneys
in my chambers immediately.

I'm going to adjourn this trial
until 9 a.m. Tomorrow morning.

I trusted you to defend me.

You swore you would. You'll burn for this.

You just made the biggest mistake
of your life.

Baby, what are you doing?

The right thing.

I think the right thing.

Here they are.

- Are you gonna be disbarred?
- I don't know.

- How's it feel to lose your first case?
- No comment.

Ain't it better to talk
to them all at once?

Press conference tomorrow?

He ain't going to talk to you now.
Eight o'clock tomorrow morning.

That's it.

This is the story you dreamed about.

- There is no story.
- Bullshit.

A lawyer with a crisis of conscience?
You gotta be kidding. It's huge.

They're going to disbar me.
Write about that.

- Wait a second. Can they do that?
- Not when I get through with the story.

You got to give me an exclusive.

This is wire service. This is 60 Minutes.

This is a story that needs to be told.
It's you.

You're a star.

Baby.

Heh. Call me in the morning.

You got it. First thing.

Bye, Larry.

Vanity.

Definitely my favorite sin.

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