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Previously on Boston Legal…

Denny got engaged.

–Who is it this time?
–Beverly Bridge.

The woman Denny “Craned”
in the coatroom at that charity dinner.

–Denny Crane…
–If Denny becomes incapacitated…

I'm having a stroke.

She could bring down the firm.

–Maybe you're in love.
–I am delirious with joy.

How come you're getting involved
with a dead guy?

I, uh, try not to think about it.

There is nothing romantic about this.

It turns you into a corpse before you die.

It is not too late to get out.

I start chemo again tomorrow.

Okay…

$2 even.

Thank you.

Hello. May I help you, ma'am?

Yes, you may, dear.

Take all the money out of the drawer
and put it in a bag, please.

Yes.

Oh, and put some of that delicious
beef jerky in there, too.

Mr Shore,

She said to call you.

Thank you, Lawrence.

In a way, I suppose this is all your fault.

Oh, dear God how, Catherine?

How is it that you holding up a convenience
store suddenly becomes my fault?

You said you would hire me as your
personal assistant after the firm fired
me,

and I took you at your lying word.

Bad Catherine, bad!

It was a terrible thing to forget, and I'm sorry,

but you are in a lot of trouble here.

What else was I to do?
A gal's got to eat.

And robbery isn't as bad
as killing a man,

and you got me off on that.

And you've done wonders
with your second chance.

Stay here.

Good evening.

I understand you recently
suffered a robbery.

You a lawyer?

Actually, I'm here more as a

friend to the befuddled old woman who…

Robbed me.

Do you know how many times
I have been held up this year?

Far too many for you to appreciate
her little prank, I'm sure.

May I ask if that's your car out front,

the Datsun with the dents in the side?

Yeah.

I have a friend who has a friend.

He's a magician with bodywork.

He'll make those dents disappear,
change the color.

He'll make that Datsun look
exactly like a late-model BMW

Can he make the seats look like leather?

The man's a miracle worker.

We got a problem.

Another sector car called it in.

I don't have any choice.
I've got to book her.

It's late. She's elderly.

Can't we at least defer the arrest?

–I don't know.
–Lawrence, please.

–You owe me.
–Thank you. You won't regret this.

Excuse me, officer?

Can I get my gun back, please?

When ADA Raines gets back,
have her call me immediately.

–Yes, sir.
–Thank you.

Could I borrow you for a minute?

Opposing counsel has made an offer.

I'm trying to get these people to take it.

I'm hoping that you can explain
to them that this is as good as it gets.

Do I get a hint?

It involves invasion of privacy.

A woman, Jackie Hayden, access was

gained to her personal medical records.

Invasion of privacy, there's an

increasingly familiar tune these days.

This is a little worse than your

typical case of someone being denied a job

because of a preexisting condition.

How much worse?

He never beat me, just my mother.

I finally got out when I was 16.

A few years later, Emily's mom

Jackie came to us at the women's shelter.

She was a mess.

They promised my dad
would never find her there.

For obvious reasons, the name, phone number

and location of the shelter are kept confidential.

We put Emily's mom in touch
with a psychiatrist for

post-traumatic stress disorder.

The cost of which was covered…

Under her HMO.

Unfortunately, the HMO,
“Well Benefits” posted Jackie's information,

including the name and address
of her psychiatrist on their web site.

Emily's father found Jackie's

psychiatrist via the “Well Benefits” web site

and tracked her down
at the psychiatrist's office.

And that's where…

he killed her.

So this is a wrongful death action,

and Well Benefits has offered you
a settlement?

$20,000, no admission of liability.

Regarding the settlement,
I have to agree.

–Thank you, Alan.
–Not with you.

With you.

The offer is insulting. These people
need to be taught a lesson.

Would you excuse us one moment?

$20,000.

That's a lot of money
for a 19-year-old girl,

and I brought you in
to make this go away.

I won't do that.

What happened to Jackie Hayden
was a nightmare,

but to blame the HMO, there was a
supervening act.

Technically, well benefits didn't break
the law.

But there was a foreseeable danger.

There are consequences in this case,

dire consequences to putting someone's

most personal information on the internet.

Well benefits should have known that.

I say we clobber them over the head with it.

This is why people don't ask your opinion a lot.

Most likely.

Lorraine, ham and provolone on a baguette.

Do you have anything without bread?

These are sandwiches. They have bread.

Well, there's a thing called “protein style”.

Yeah, if it don't have bread, it ain't

a sandwich, and I only do sandwiches.

Do you know who I am?
I am Denny Crane's fiancée.

Yeah, so?

Hey, Mr Chase, roast beef and havarti.

Catherine, what are you doing here?

I just tried to reach you at your house.

I was in the neighborhood. I wanted to see

if there was any news on my case.

There isn't. I put in a call to the
DA's office. I have yet to hear back.

Now about your finances…

Oh, we can talk finances and trial strategy.

Um, can we use osteoporosis as a defense?

Do you have it?

No, but I have a little pillow I can put
under my shirt.

We'll keep that in our arsenal.

So Catherine…

Do you want to talk more now?

I was gonna catch up with the girls in
word processing.

Oh, okay. Why don't you do that?

But don't worry. I'll be here.

I've cleared my schedule. This gets top priority.

As it should, given you're facing 25 to life.

What happened to the sandwich guy?

Uh, Bev fired him.

–Bev doesn't work here.
–Well, then I fired him.

Denny, I thought we agreed you wouldn't

fire anyone after you let Vicky Donchey go.

She wasn't pulling her weight.

She was a client.

Let me tell you something, Shirley.

You know why this firm is going into the dumper?

Our profits were up 5% last quarter.

People are being coddled.

Bunch of layabouts.

Be careful of the cuticle, Ming.

Denny… it's starting.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Bev, she's following a similar

pattern to your five previous wives.

It starts with her firing the sandwich guy

and ends with her influencing policy at

this firm, and it will not be tolerated.

Now, Shirley, we both know what this is all about.

No, we do not both know what this is about.

It's not about me being jealous of Bev.

It's about getting the sandwich guy back!

All right, all right. Jeez,

if I'd known it was such a big deal…
I'll talk to Bev.

Happy ending, Mr Crane?

Oh, not today, Ming.

I'm engaged now.

Wellesley memorial, oncology.

Room 4175.

There is a phone block on that room.

Could you help me out here? I'm his,
um, girlfriend.

Hold one second, please.

Hello, Ms Bauer? This is Laura
Buckingham, Mr Post's personal
assistant.

Oh, thank God! How is the chemo going?

He's indisposed at the moment,

but he wanted me to personally assure
you he's well.

I will phone you in a few days following
his treatment.

Uh, could you tell Mr Post that, um…

Tell him I, um…

–I'm thinking of him.
–I will.

They're here.

Let's go.

Rejected?

You've got to be kidding!

No, I'm much funnier when I'm kidding.

–I thought this was worked out.
–I thought so, too.

After further consideration, we decided
that the offer was inadequate.

Oh, what a bunch of crap!

Young lady, I don't know
what nonsense these lawyers

have been telling you about HMOs
and their deep pockets.

Please direct your unfounded arrogance at me.

Okay, fine.

You two are just trying to make an issue
when there is no issue.

No issue? I'm sorry.

Did this young woman's mother suddenly
spring back to life?

Her father killed her mother, and we are
all upset about that,

but it was not our fault. However, to
make this go away,

we were willing to give her a gift of $20,000.

Well, as a gift, that's very sweet of you.

We'll put it in the den next to the armoire.

However, as compensation
that you owe Emily Hayden

because your negligence led to her
mother being brutally murdered,

your offer is offensive, even more
offensive than your tone.

We're done!

The law is on our side, Mr Shore.

Tragedies happen every day.

Yes, and you're about
to experience one firsthand.

See you in court.

Aren't you glad you brought me on board?

Mr Hayden, is it true you stabbed your

wife to death with a kitchen knife?

Yes.

–You hunted her down?
–Yes.

–You lay in wait?
–Yes.

And finally, after you both exchanged words,

you pulled the knife out and stabbed her
seven times in the chest.

Yes.

Before you killed Emily's mother Jackie,

she was living at Renew, a battered
women's shelter?

That was my understanding.

A shelter, the location of which was
kept confidential.

As far as I knew.

Could you tell us how you came to learn
of Jackie's whereabouts?

–My computer.
–Specifically?

I logged on to Well Benefits' web site.

Jackie's HMO.

I had her social security number and her
date of birth.

That's all I needed to access the records.

And what did you find?

Her explanation of benefits.

It had on it what she was being treated for,

the location of her doctor and what her
co-pay was.

I noticed she was seeing the same shrink
every Monday,

so I went and waited for her outside his office.

Emily?

The good was we just made a strong

opening impression with the jury.

The bad was you just had to listen to testimony

of how your father killed your mother.

That's something that nobody should ever
have to experience.

Here's what you should know about lawyers.

I could have sat you down and prepared you
for this testimony so as to brace you.

I chose not to.

No tears for the plaintiff,
no tears for the jury,

less money.

But, Emily, we don't have
to keep going here.

–If you feel this…
–I want to keep going.

You're sure?

Yes.

Okay.

But if you don't care to be
in the courtroom…

I want to be there.

From this point on,
that's not entirely necessary.

I want to be there!

I want you to get him, and I want to see
you get him!

Get who, Emily?

We're suing a company.

So I heard Lynette's cyst didn't go away,

and they're gonna have to lance it.

All that and her…

Hello, Denny.

Do you still remember who I am?

Or did I leak out your whiffle-ball brain?

Now her, I know we fired.

–Alan, any news of the case?
–Yes.

Well, make it quick, because I'm having
lunch with Judy.

–Her husband's… again.
–Well, I have good news.

The grocery clerk was too busy driving

around in his plush new ride to press charges,

and the DA won't prosecute without a
complaining witness.

What does that mean?

Your case is dismissed. You're free and clear.

Really?

Catherine, this is good news.

There are only two “get out of jail
free” cards in the game,

and you've used them both up.

–I did, didn't I?
–Yes, you did.

Catherine, I want you to have this.

$3,000?

I hope you're not expecting sex for this.

I am not. Consider it back pay.

Thank you, Alan.

We'll have dinner soon to celebrate.

You want to rehire the sandwich guy?

Well, it wasn't that big a deal.

Not a big deal?

How would you feel if he raped me?

What would you do,
just sweep that under the rug?

Oh, come on, Bev.
I know the guy upset you.

Damn right he upset me.
He was completely rude.

But, Denny, I mean,
my feelings don't matter here.

The sandwich guy didn't disrespect
Beverly Bridge.

He disrespected the fiancée of Denny Crane.

He disrespected you.

That son of a bitch.

If you turn to page 56, appendix B…

Uh, sorry, folks. Talked it over with Bev.

The sandwich guy? Still out.

Okay, we need to deal with this now.

We need to deal with the sandwich guy

instead of the multimillion-dollar Blake Merger?

No, Bev's influence on Denny.

Yeah, believe me, that's next on my agenda.

Bev fired the sandwich guy. I went to Denny.

He talked to Bev, and the sandwich guy
is still fired.

–It's Angie all over again.
–Or Marcia.

–Or Clovis.
–From what I have seen,

Bev is much more formidable than any of
the previous Mrs Cranes.

If she gets Denny to take
his name off the door,

people will think the firm's in trouble.

Clients will stampede out of here.

I have an idea.

I realize I haven't been partner for
very long, so let me ask you both,

how much discretion would I have to make
this Bev problem go away?

No chopping off fingers.

No violence of any kind.

None, I promise.

Then you have as much
discretion as you need.

And in comparison with other

HMOs, Well Benefits would rank where?

Several prominent publications have listed us

at the top of our field in terms of
customer satisfaction.

And in terms of your web site,
specifically security?

It is considered user-friendly but sound.

We meet the accepted business standard
for internet security.

If Mr Hayden uses his criminal ingenuity
to illegally obtain information,

that's horrible, but it's what he chose to do.

Mr Orchard, according to my records,

your company generates approximately

$1.5 billion in revenues each year.

–Is that right?
–Approximately.

Oh, forgive me, your honor.

Before I began my cross-examination,

I meant to congratulate Mr Orchard.

His wife recently gave birth to a
beautiful baby daughter.

Thank you.

8 pounds, 15 ounces. Healthy, happy?

Thank goodness, yes.

She was a bit jaundiced
when she came out, though,

had a little fluid in her lungs which
needed to be aspirated.

–Sorry?
–No, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to disregard
your other children,

which so often happens with the arrival
of the new one.

You have a 4-year-old and a 10-year-old.

Your honor!

Your honor, I just thought Mr Orchard
would like to know

his 10-year-old Carly likes Max Babcock,

though Max doesn't know if he likes her back.

At least that's what I ascertained from
the chat room.

–Objection!
–All this objecting.

Mr Jovanka, you seem
in such a nasty mood.

Could it be the new Lexus you ordered
online from a broker has been delayed?

Gosh, I hope you're not forced to keep

driving that sedan with the dent in it

from your recent fender bender.

–Mr Shore!
–Yes, your honor!

By the way, you need to renew
your car registration,

but congratulations on your colonoscopy.

–Mr Shore!
–Too personal?

It was just information I was able to
obtain from web sites

which employ the accepted business
standard for internet security.

That is what you called it,
Mr Orchard, correct?

Correct.

Here's what I don't understand.

You're a billion-dollar company.

You're in the business of ensuring the
health and well-being of your clientèle.

And yet, you weren't able to ensure the
safety of their records,

which you could have done had you spent

just a fraction of those billions
on internet security.

Mr Shore, as we all know, health care
costs have spun out of control.

Information technology
is the single largest cost

for us and for all other
Fortune 1000 companies.

If we had upgraded to a more secure system,

more people would have had
to do without health care.

And yet fewer would have been murdered.

Thank you.

To Denny Crane.

Now, Brad, did you really
ask me here on business,

or are you trying to do a little move-in
on Denny Crane's girl?

Just business.

I'm here to talk about you and Denny.

Well, we're very much in love.

If anything changes, though,
I'll let you know.

Well, as you know, Denny's been married
several times,

and each time, it's ended in divorce.

And each divorce has been traumatic

and ultimately costly for Denny and
Crane, Poole & Schmidt.

Don't worry about it, Brad.

I'm sure I'm gonna sign any pre-nup that
Denny wants me to.

This isn't about a pre-nup.

This is about avoiding the turmoil of
marriage and divorce altogether.

You lost me.

I'll make it simple.

I'm prepared to give you $500,000 right now

if you walk away and never have any
contact with Denny Crane ever again.

It will save us a lot of money, time and grief.

But I want you to know that we will
aggressively fight

to keep you from exercising any control
over Denny or the firm.

I'm gonna tell you two things.

First, I love Denny Crane with all my heart,

and I will never leave him, not for all
the money in the world.

And second…

in a moment, you're going to pour your
glass of wine all over yourself.

Crap!

Hello.

Hi.

I always feel slightly sick to my stomach

when I work alone in the office late at night.

I thought you liked being alone.

Oh, I love being alone.

I just prefer to be alone when there's
other people around.

So how are you doing?

Fine.

I have a rabbi friend with a small
gambling problem

who, when he hears someone say they're fine,

he always asks again until they

say something other than “fine”.

So…

how are you doing?

I'm seeing someone
who's dying of lung cancer.

And while he is a very wealthy man,

he can't buy his way out
of the secondary cancers

that the treatment for the first cancers
are causing.

And here's the kicker.

He, um, Daniel…

has completely shut me out of his life.

So now I just wait.

Denise, I don't know you very well.

However, you don't strike me as the type
of woman who just waits…

for anything.

May I help you?

I'd like to buy some earplugs, please.

$2.03.

Oh, I'm in trouble now.

Yes.

–What's with me?
–Indeed.

I certainly have a lack of impulse control.

I must have ADD or OCD.

Or one of those other letter things.

But I don't want you to think I'm not
aware of the hole we're in.

I get it.

That's why I want you to know

I'm willing to roll up my sleeves

and work with you on this.

Maybe we can set up a little office
for me at the firm.

I'll be back. Sir.

Don't go anywhere.

What in the hell were you thinking?

Well, you both gave me discretion to
make her go away.

But she didn't go away!

So you made this insane offer,

put the firm at risk for nothing?

When this gets back to Denny, and it will,

he is going to blow sky high.

Now Bev has a chip to play against us.

Bev turned down the offer that I made her.

She was very offended. She, um…

–Set my tie on fire.
–Oh, God!

But before she tuned me down,
she hesitated.

Just a little bit, but she hesitated.

This is going to get ugly.

How can I not testify?

You said yourself I'm the emotion
in the case.

I'm thinking too much emotion.

I, I don't understand.

Emily, I could put you on the stand,

exhibit your anger and sadness for the jury,

and they will be moved, but

then the defense has their turn,

and they'll exploit those very same emotions,

taking advantage of your pain.

They'll argue that your vengeance
is truly meant for your father,

and you've refocused it toward Well Benefits,

the deepest pockets you could find.

And they'll have the jury convinced
it's a misdirected

and therefore frivolous lawsuit,
and that's how we'll lose.

I suspect the most difficult thing
one could ask of you is trust,

but that's exactly what I'm asking
for now, Emily.

Let's get in there.

Mr Shore…

I wish I could get you
to come to the shelter.

So many of the women there
desperately need legal advice,

someone who will speak to them
openly and honestly.

Are they cute?

You don't fool me.

You're a compassionate man.

We need to get back.

Ned Hayden killed his wife.

He's serving a life sentence without the
possibility of parole.

Justice has been served.

Emily Hayden's loss is immeasurable,

but whatever closure she is seeking,

she must find it in her soul
or through her God,

not through suing Well Benefits.

Well Benefits could not reasonably
foresee this killing

and did nothing to encourage it.

They were in compliance with all state

and federal regulations
regarding internet security.

If you find for the plaintiff,

you are punishing my client
for playing by the rules,

and you are opening
a Pandora's box of lawsuits,

not just against HMOs, but against
all internet businesses.

And who will ultimately
end up paying for that?

You know. It's you.

When I was 11 years old,

there came a time when the temptation

to explore the more secretive recesses

of my older sister's life became more
than I could resist.

I started by poking around in her room.

I ended by reading her diary. In my defense,

she kept it right out in the open, under
her mattress.

And the little metal clasp on it was
simply no match

for the paper clip and the screwdriver.

I was eventually caught,

prompting my sister to have a lock
installed in her door.

The only consequence of the invasion
of my sister's privacy

was the temporary loss
of her confidence and trust.

The invasion of Jackie Hayden's privacy

led to her being stabbed and left to
bleed to death in the street.

Privacy and the safety and security

that that word has always implied has,
with time and technology,

become an illusion.

The National Security Agency

has access to all our e-mail the world
over with its Echelon system.

Virtually every web site you visit

installs a delicious cookie
onto your computer,

which is in fact a spy
to track your every move.

There are predators out in cyberspace
collecting data on your children

while they innocently type away in chat rooms.

And that little waiver you've signed in
the doctor's office

most likely allows physicians to share
your information on the internet

with insurance companies,

the government, your employer and the courts.

Make no mistake, access to your
information is easy.

All you need is a person's 5-digit zip code,

gender and date of birth to uniquely identify

87% of the US population.

That is how vulnerable we are,
how vulnerable you are.

Well Benefits says they could not have
possibly foreseen

the actions of an abusive spouse intent
on causing his wife harm.

Let me tell you what Jackie Hayden
could not foresee,

that after years of cruel and violent

debasement at the hands of her husband,

after she finally found her way out of
the shadows,

she didn't foresee that the people
she most trusted

with her health and well-being would

lead the darkness right back to her door,

and now she's dead.

Well Benefits made it easy
for Ned Hayden to find his wife,

as easy as looking under a mattress.

Madame foreperson,
you've reached a verdict?

We the jury find in favor of the plaintiff

and award compensatory

damages in the amount of $950,000

and punitive damages
in the amount of $2 million.

Your honor, we move for a

judgment notwithstanding the verdict,

or in the alternative, a new trial.

Motion denied.

Jury is dismissed. We are adjourned.

Thank you.

–Thank you, Mr Shore.
–You're welcome.

I knew you could win this, Mr Shore.

Well, that's usually the safe bet.

Tell me, how does a striking latino

woman come by the name Irma Levine?

Congratulations on winning
your case. Thank you.

–Great work.
–Thank you.

I have to go see the DA about Catherine.

Are you heading somewhere?

Or just waiting?

No, I'm definitely not waiting.

Let her go?

–What are you, high?
–Not yet.

She already murdered a man.

For which a jury found her innocent.

And now she's on a crime spree.

Twice in the same

convenience store hardly makes a spree.

Then what would you call her,
an active senior?

No.

I would call her a sad and lonely old woman,

a woman who spent
many years living in solitude

with nothing to occupy
her wit and intellect.

Then one day, she became my assistant,

and suddenly she was in an

environment equal to the task of entertaining

and stimulating her magnificent mind.

Then she should have taken up

crocheting, not felony robbery.

Granted.

But for Catherine, this was not about

malice nor financial gain, nor thrill seeking.

It was about getting my attention,
and she got it.

Her reign of terror is over.

I promise.

She pleads guilty to

misdemeanor possession of a firearm.

I'll recommend probation, no jail time.

Thank you, Ms Raines.

–One thing.
–Yes?

I do this for you,
you do something for me.

I'm listening.

Get me an interview
at Crane, Poole & Schmidt.

Let's just say being a district attorney

isn't entertaining and stimulating
my magnificent mind.

Just get me in the door.
I'll get the job myself,

and you'll get Catherine Piper back.

I'll see what I can do.

These are for you, dill pickles.

They're supposed to alter the metallic

taste sensation from the chemotherapy

and make your regular food taste better.

Well, that is the nicest

chemo gift I've ever gotten.

This may not be the best time to discuss this,

but you're weak, and I'm strong.

You don't get to set all the rules
in this relationship.

Your whole life, you have

used money to set the rules,

and now you're using your illness.

I think I should be able

to. I… I got the bum lung.

I know, I know,

but it, it wasn't right

for you to shut me out like that.

You're right. I'm sorry.

But if you hit me or anything,

I might literally die.

Scoot.

I've been thinking a good deal
about my offer

to hire you
as my personal assistant,

I've come to the conclusion,

Catherine, that I am a terrible boss.

Oh, no, dear, I don't think so.

My point is, I've found you a job,
a better job.

I don't know.

The pay is comparable.
It's a start-up company,

and they need someone
with imagination

and experience, a real people person.

I immediately thought of you.

Dental?

I'm sure something can be worked out.

So what would I be doing?

Pesto chicken, veggie wraps!

Roast beef on ciabatta!
Come and get it.

I have fruit and hard-boiled eggs

and stuff, but I've got bundt cake.

Okay, what are you having there?
That's $4 for that.

Thank you very much.

Only a sandwich?
Don't you want something sweet?

I've got sweet buns. Oh, no.

So you're in the sandwich business now?

A silent investor.

There you are.

I've hardly seen you this episode.

It saddens me.

Tough case?

Yes, lack of privacy on the

internet is complicated and…

overwhelming.

It doesn't scare me.

My life's an open book.

So you wouldn't mind if someone
tapped a few keys

and discovered you have mad cow?

I don't care. I tell everybody I meet anyway.

Ever looked yourself up on the internet?

I have. Denny Crane, legal genius.
What about you?

No. I don't want to know me.

Oh, I know you. You're not so bad.

–So I've met this girl.
–You did?

Irma Levine. She gives me a bit of trouble.

Take her to my wedding.

–We just met.
–Bev and I just met.

We're the ones getting married.

You are, aren't you?

Yes, I am.