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Previously on Boston Legal…

I was a drug addict and

I needed my father and you abandoned me.

Who is this?

Your granddaughter.

Please welcome Mr and Mrs Denny Crane.

Denny!

Bev has hired an army
of lawyers to gut this firm.

An agreement has been reached
in the matter of Crane vs Crane.

I will buy a house for Bev in Hawaii.

You'll be the one that
got away from Denny Crane.

Look me up if you're ever on the big island.

I am the big island.

Denny, they're doing some sort
of renovations at my hotel.

I was wondering if I could spend
the night at your place.

Stay as long as you need.

…believe that 24% of married couples,

which to me is a very large number,

do not sleep in the same bed.

Yeah… yeah… listen to me. Yeah!

Denny, you're ready to go?

And they say it has nothing to do…

And they're happy about it with not
being compatible with a person.

You want to get a good night's rest…

Denny, you must go to work.

It's hump day, your favorite day.

I don't have a favorite anything anymore.

Listen, I understand the need to retreat
into oneself after a failed love affair,

but you haven't gone to work
in three days.

You've been in that bed for two.

You're drinking…

scotch at 9:00 in the morning.

And most disturbingly,
you're watching “The View”.

Leave me alone.

Hey! hey! hey!
Same team. Same team!

Consider this an intervention.

It's no use, Alan.
Nothing interests me anymore.

Construction worker Russell Blayney…
arrested for attempted murder

for setting a booby trap in his home
to catch burglars.

Miguel Dominguez allegedly
broke into Blayney's house

and received a reported 50,000 volts
of electricity through his body,

paralyzing him from the waist down

and leaving us all with the question…

Russell Blayney…
victim or vigilante?

In other news today…

That case…

I want that case.

I see your bliss is back as well.

Your honor, the commonwealth
moves that bail be denied.

Mr Blayney is charged with attempted
murder and is an obvious flight risk.

If I may, my client…

Your honor…

I need a moment with my client.

You don't have a client here, Mr Crane.

Count to ten, judge.

Mr Blayney, do you know who I am?

Yeah, you're Denny Crane.
I've seen you on “Larry King”.

You're famous.

So who would you rather
have as your attorney…

me or, uh, hacky
McGuilty Verdict here?

I've faced him before,
you'd rather have him.

Don't feel bad, son. Takes a big man
to recognize a bigger man.

We're waiting, Mr Crane.

Uh, I move for a continuance,
your honor.

I just got the case.

Shirley, first thing in the morning,
haven't even had my coffee.

Normally I'd make a witty retort
about caffeine and

your aging reproductive system,

but not today, Alan. I have a problem.

Karl Hauser died this week.

The photographer.

I knew him years ago. We hadn't been
in touch for some time,

but… well, he's dead.

I'm sorry.

I met Karl when I was
a sophomore at Wellesley.

I spent the summer in Manhattan,
and we met in the West Village.

He was this amazing, fascinating man,

and he told me I was very pretty.

And… I did some modeling for him.

Please tell me this is going
where I think it's going.

Yeah, it is.

Karl took some very tasteful
black and white nudes of me.

I am so disappointed in you,
Shirley. “Tasteful”?

There's going to be an estate auction.

And I want you to find a way to block
the sale of those photographs.

How many pictures are we talking about?

I think there were 15, maybe 20…

That's not so many.

rolls of film that he used.

I am so glad I came into work today.

Down, boy, this is serious.

Karl promised me that he wouldn't show
the photographs to anyone.

However, I signed a standard release
saying that

he could show them to… everyone.

Why are you so worried
about this, Shirley?

You were young.
Young people do all sorts of things.

And now you wear clothes
to the office every single day.

Shocking as it may seem to you,
Alan, I like my privacy.

Maybe I'll want to be
a federal judge someday.

And being a named partner
at a prestigious law firm…

Well, it's not good for business.

I'll give you my best effort.

Of course, at some point,

I will have to examine the evidence thoroughly.

Oh! Here they are.

Oh, sorry we're late.

No problem.

Fiona, say hello to grandpa.

Hi, paw paw.

Hi. Hello, sweetheart.

I guess you're paw paw from now on.

Well, that's one of the nicest names I've ever been called.

We were almost out the door.

She insisted on wearing the red cowboy boots.

I finally said okay. And of course,
then we could only find one,

and we finally found the other one
on top of the refrigerator.

Oh!

And you get to where it's pointless to ask
how it got on top of the refrigerator.

You just grab it and go.

I, uh, I took the liberty of ordering
coffee and some hot chocolate.

Oh, thanks so much.

We can just stay a second.

It's Fiona first day at Happy Duck Day Care.

Ah! Is that a good place?

But don't let the cheesy name fool you. They're great.

I went to so many places.

I had a checklist I used.. ah, yeah, here it is.

Ah, well, let's see what we have here.

“Childcare Question”.

“Are They Licensed and Monitored?”

“Do They Afford Opportunities for Both
Active and Quiet Play?”

“Is the Staff Trained in C.P.R.?”

“Do the Kids Appear Happy?”

Rachel, this is a very thorough list.

Well, she's my daughter.

Where are my keys?

It's in your pocket.

Yap, here they are.

Dad, in all the cowboy boot madness this morning.

I lost my ATM card somewhere.

You think you could loan me 40 bucks?

No problem.

You know, um, Rachel,

if you're in a hurry to get to work,

I can drop Fiona off at, uh… Happy Duck, is it?

Oh, thanks. We'll make it okay.

Fiona, we have to go. Thank paw paw for your hot chocolate.

Thanks, paw paw, for my chocolate.

You're very welcome.

Thanks, dad.

Bye, darling.

See ya.

Bye bye.

Bye bye, Fiona.

Bye bye.

By your look, it's not good.

I believe Rachel's using again.

She's back on crystal meth.

What proof do you have?

We were supposed to meet at 8:00… coffee
shop near her apartment.

She showed up 20 minutes late with Fiona in tow.

Was harried, disorganized. She couldn't find her keys.

Paul, you have just described every
single working mother in America.

Then she asked to borrow $40.

Crystal meth users live their lives in
$40… increments, cash.

Paul, this is a very serious accusation,

and you need to be absolutely certain before you make it.

I know.

If I'm right, and I do nothing,

Fiona could be in danger.

If I act and I'm wrong,

Rachel will never speak to me again.
She'll cut me out forever.

What do I do?

You've lived through a lot with Rachel,

and this relationship you're developing
with her now is very new.

You might want to ask yourself if your history

with Rachel's drug use is causing you to overreact.

Just think about it.

You, Blondie, you're on my team.

If you've seen the news, you know what a travesty this is.

A man arrested for defending his own home.

it's a farce, and not the funny kind.
This is one serious farce.

May I ask what we're pleading? It seems self-defense…

Don't like that kind of thinking. That's defensive thought.

We've got to strike first. Preempt them.

What'd they say in the news… “Victim or vigilante”?

It's neither. This is Russell Blayney… hero.

You want to try this case in the press?

Exactly.

I want to grab the public's attention.

With a story, a character, a narrative,

we have to create our own reality.

You, young punk, you must know computers.

Set up a web site, one of those blobs…

“Justice for Russell Blayney”.

And you, Denise, you'll be my second.

You look good on camera.

Karl Hauser's widow is here.

Straightforward, standard release Karl
used for all his models.

A lifetime of papers and contracts, and
you manage to find mine.

God bless the organized.

And there's no mistaking your signature.

I'm so sorry. It's just, here you are.

I may cry.

He loves art.

Marguerite, I'm sorry, but your husband was an adult.

A famous man of the world.

And I was an immature kid who did not
understand the document she was signing.

There was no meeting of the minds here.

So this contract, I'm afraid, is not binding.

As I recall, it wasn't your minds that met.

If you were old enough to screw my husband,

you were old enough to understand what you were signing.

Your husband talked me into doing quite
a few things I didn't understand.

Tell me, why should I do something nice for you?

And don't say because you did something
nice for my husband.

What do you intend to do… with the photos?

Half of Karl's collection is already promised to

the museum of modern art in New York.

I intend to auction off the other half.

Including those photos.

Your pictures will be going on the block.

I need a favor… a very important, very personal favor.

Of course.

After an extended absence,

I have recently reconnected with my daughter Rachel,

and I've learned that I have a beautiful
granddaughter named Fiona.

Congratulations, Paul.

My daughter is a drug addict.

Or at least, she was. She says she's clean now,

but I have my suspicions.

If she is using again, then my
granddaughter could be in danger.

My specialty isn't family law. But what I know…

No, no, you misunderstand. I don't want your legal advice.

I want you to find out if my daughter is using drugs again.

Brad… if this year has taught me anything,

it's that you will get the job done by any means necessary.

I would never ask this of you unless it was essential.

Absolutely. I'll do what I can.

What have you got?

The 26th amendment.

Karl Hauser was taking naked pictures of
me, not denying me the vote.

The 26th amendment, which not only
extended the right to vote to 18 year olds,

but also persuaded the states to grant them
status as adults, was ratified in 1971.

The photos were taken in 1966. Which,
by the way, is my new favorite year.

And now mine as well.

I wasn't 21 when I signed that agreement.

I was legally a minor, and therefore
can repudiate the contract.

And I am an idiot.
Why didn't I think of this sooner?

I'm going to credit karma or Freud.

Either way, it's because I was destined
to discover and revel

in the natural wonders of all that is you.

Uh, excuse me.

I'm looking for some books on addiction and recovery.

Uh, yeah, they're in the self-help
section right over there.

Thanks.

Is there, you know, one book that's better than the others?

This way.

This one has some good advice on the early stages,

when you're detoxing and… and all that wonderful stuff.

And, uh, this one is really good for
that time right after you've stopped.

When you're trying to figure out how to
put your life back together.

Well, you know a lot about this.

Well, clean five years, three months and seven days.

It's hard, but when you're ready, you can get there.

Thanks.

Sure.

Uh, what time do you get off work?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not coming on to you.

I was just hoping that we could talk some more.

I've sort of run out of people to talk to.

I get off at 7:00.

Thanks.

Sure, I'm Rachel.

I'm Brad. Nice to meet you.

You're buying those, right?

Oh, right, right.

I, uh, I hang sheetrock, mostly for industrial buildings.

A craftsman. He works with his hands. Write that down.

What else?

Oh, well, I live alone. Jamaica Plain.

My ex-wife left me the house.

It's not a bad neighborhood. But it does border one,

and it's vulnerable because I have those
old fashioned lever windows.

I can't afford an alarm system.

I've been broken into four times in the last two years.

Drug addicts, they take everything.

They took my TV, my bike,
my power tools, my guitar.

Musician. He writes the songs.

Uh, but, uh, what finally did it for me was when

I was building an end table for my father

for his television remote, his nebulizer

'cause he has, uh, some asthma.

And I'm halfway done, and some guy breaks into the house

and he.. and he steals my table saw.

My table saw!

I mean, that was it. That's… that was all I could take.

I'm not into guns.

Don't write that down.

But I, uh, I knew that I… I had to do something.

So that's when I rigged up my little system.

You know, just a little jolt, you know,
send them a little shock.

Tell us what happened that night. You were at home?

Yeah, I was awake, actually.

Um, I was putting some dishes away in the dishwasher.

And I heard some noise on the porch.

And I thought, here we go, this is it.

So I moved into the living room.

So you saw him?

Yeah, he was looking right through the window.

He's a big wetback, you know?

Latino.

Drug addict, I, He was completely high.

I could see it in his eyes even from inside the house.

And then what happened?

Well, he… he starts for the window.

Now I don't know if you've ever seen anyone on crystal meth

or acid or, I don't know, whatever this guy was on.

But, you know, they're big and they're ugly.

And they feel like they're invincible.

So, he… he starts trying to pry open the window

with a screwdriver or something.

and, uh… you know, that was it.

The electricity went up the screwdriver into his body.

He… he completed the circuit.

Sound horrible.

Honestly, you know, it wasn't.

I mean, watching this guy.

It was, it was like watching every guy
who broke into my house

over the years and took from me, stole my stuff.

I mean, he was just getting what he deserved, right?

Let me tell you the most unbelievable thing.

Did you know that when you get electrocuted,

you know, your blood literally boils?

Right inside the veins.

That's how the electricity flows through your body,

through you veins!

And so here's this guy. He's a wetback.

But I could see his veins are glowing through his skin

as he was being charred from the inside out.

And I… I could smell his flesh burning.

Which was weird. It smelled like a… a roast.

A well deserved, cooked roast.

That's when I, you know…
finally turned off the electricity,

when he was good and done.

Well, so much for putting our hero on the stand.

Oh, he's on the stand, all right.

Denny, with all due respect,

the man was practically wearing a bib with a knife

and a fork in each hand as he was telling that story.

Denise, never give up an option.

The man was alit with passion, the kind
of passion that moves juries.

So?

So he tell the story, not necessarily all his story,

but the part we want to tell.

We're the ones creating the narrative.

Are you kidding?

Were you kidding about wanting to get straight?

No.

Thank you, Patrick, and keep coming back, buddy.

Um, are there any other new members here today?

Brad… would you like to share?

Uh, no. I'm new.

It'll make you feel better.

Right, uh…

Hi, uh…

Say your name.

I'm Brad. I'm a drug addict.

Hi, Brad.

Um, I'm not used to talking in public.

Well, actually, I am, just not talking about myself.

Wow. you're just going to let me keep going. Okay.

I was in the marine corps during the
first Gulf War, operation Desert Storm.

February 24, 1991. I was a Lieutenant in
second reconnaissance battalion

of the first marine expeditionary force.

Under enemy mortar, artillery and small arms fire,

we breached minefields, trenches, barbed
wire and disabled six enemy divisions.

By the morning of the 28th,

from a hundred hours after the ground operations had begun,

our coalition forces had destroyed 42 enemy divisions.

That's the bulk of the Iraqi army in the
Kuwaiti theater of operations.

So then I started using drugs.

Denny, you're shiny…

and in a wedge.

My team, Alan.

I'm back and I'm feeling it.

I've realized a truth about myself.

I just love… power.

Well, it seems to have a thing
for you as well.

It's m natural state.
It's my homeostasis.

Don't read anything into that remark.

I already did.

God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change,

the courage to change the things I can
and the wisdom to know the difference.

It works if you work it. So work it!

See you soon.

That was a nice story.

Uh… thanks.

Too bad it was a lie.

I won the war, then started using?

I've been coming to these meetings
every day for five years.

If you didn't want to share your problems,
you should've just passed.

Oh, sharing's not really my thing.

It's probably just how I was raised.

Doesn't mean you can't change.
I was raised the same way.

Really?

Yeah, my mother was warm,

but my father kept every emotion
tightly tucked away in his suit pocket.

Right next to his watch.

It's not always that easy to open up.

Ah, but it is. You just say
what's on your mind.

Instead, my dad…
always the attorney.

He'd just sit back and play little games.

You know, letting out information
with his obtuse questions.

And on the rare occasion when
he would open up and talk to me,

he wasn't happy unless I told him
what he wanted to hear.

You know, being him…

I think it's a hard way to live.

I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry.

Well, buy me a cup of coffee
and I might forgive you.

Great.

And therefore, at age 19,
Ms Schmidt was, in fact, a minor.

There was no parental consent here,

So, in essence, your husband was
illegally taking nude photographs
of an underage girl.

You make a legitimate argument, Mr Shore.

Not my favorite kind, but I'm glad
to play for that team when necessary.

And you could certainly take us to court
and fight this battle with that argument.

We will if we have to.

However, I believe your goal was to get
these photos out of the public eye.

I'm afraid with a court battle,
a very public court battle,

these photos could find
their way to the press.

Before that could happen, of course,
we'd ask the court to seal all exhibits

and issue an appropriate gag order
to prevent disclosure.

And you'd win, but you know what?

Thanks to the internet,
winning doesn't matter anymore.

These photos could somehow
find their way onto the web,

then all around the world,
and then where would you be?

Marguerite.

Marguerite.

Oh, I'll be right out.

Alan.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Marguerite…

Those pictures…

I have grandchildren. The thought
of them seeing those photographs…

I understand.

I'm sorry.

Your honor, Mr Dominguez's
prior burglary convictions

and history of drug abuse
have no bearing on whether

the defendant improperly
electrified his home.

Nonsense. This felon was higher
than a kite when he got zapped.

He has six prior convictions
for larceny, burglary

and grand theft auto.
Of course it's relevant.

The prejudicial effect of the victim's
prior criminal activity—

Your honor, my client
is a victim here. I don't under—

—clearly outweighs—

any probative value such evidence
would have for the jury.

Enough.

Mr Ginsberg is right.

The evidence is highly prejudicial
and will be barred at trial.

Mr Crane, you may not bring up
Mr Dominguez's prior bad acts

unless the door to impeachment
has been opened.

Before answering any questions,

I want to thank my client Miguel Dominguez
for bravely agreeing to be here today.

Mr Dominguez suffers from severe paralysis

and a host of other debilitating symptoms
as the result of his electrocution.

Nevertheless, he is here today
to stand up for all of us,

to help in the fight to make
our country a safer place,

a place where citizens do not take
the law into their own hands.

Mr Dominguez is an inspiration
to his community.

He is a hero.

Thank you.

That bastard stole my story.

What about branding?

I haven't branded yet.

No branding?

No, no, not.

Denny.

Denny.

Oh, uh, Denise Bauer.

Candy Springtime, public relations.

Hello.

Hi.

She's with, uh, Sherling Thompson.

The same, uh, public relations firm
the government uses. So you know she's good.

Denise, we're rolling out a new campaign
to take back the story on Mr Blayney.

Ya… “Take back the story”?

Oh, Denny tells me that
you haven't branded him yet.

So I took the initiative
and created a brand.

Russell Blayney,
American Homeowner.

“American Homeowner”?

Simple. It's to the point.

And cozy.

Say it for me, Denny. Press conference voice.

Russell Blayney, American Homeowner.

Now wait a minute, wait a minute.

American Homeowner, Russell Blayney.

See, it works both ways. Versatile.

But do we really think that
we need to label Mr Blayney?

Denny?

Uh, Denise: Rodney King.

Rodney King, uh, severely beaten
by the police over ten years ago.

See, you remember, why? Branding.

They didn't call him Rodney King…

wife beater, alcohol abuser,

who swung a tire iron
at a convenience store clerk.

They called him Rodney King, motorist.
Or motorist Rodney king.

Brings to mind images of a jaunty man
in a riding hat and cap in a model T.

That's what we want.
Russell Blayney, American Homeowner.

Not Russell Blayney eats them
broiled, baked or fried.

But Rodney King was beaten.

Okay, now this is just a mock up.

Obviously, we will replace
Jimmy Stewart with Mr Blayney.

But the banner can
and should be behind you

every press conference, Denny.

Notice I used the same font
as “Mission Accomplished”.

Americans are comfortable
with that font.

Now we will send B-Roll
of Mr Blayney to the press,

working in his garage,
using his table saw,

working with his power tools,
fixing things around the house.

And as far as the talking points,
keep it simple, Denny.

Speak of the opposition
as the drug crazed intruder,

the incident as the
harrowing home invasion.

Now I know you're tight
with Larry King.

But we are negotiating with “Nightline,”
“Hardball” and “The Daily Show”.

That is where most Americans
get their news.

There's no way
we're gonna win this, is there?

Legally, yes, there is, as for
accomplishing your goals, no.

But when you have occasion
to ask for my help, Shirley,

typically, it's not really
legal help you're looking for.

I'll assume this is no exception.

Alan, I've already caused Marguerite
Hauser as much pain as I care to.

I'll leave the creativity to you,
just don't hurt her.

America is under siege, not from
Saddam or pro-terrorists,

but from namby pamby
pro-burglary advocates

who want to strip us of the right
to protect what's ours.

That's what our—

Looks like Denny's being Denny.

He's “creating the reality”.

I doubt many people would want
to live in Denny's reality.

All I know is there are
two rotten guys in this case,

and both sides are trying
to make theirs as the hero.

If you've got a problem
with this case,

I suggest you talk to the guy
whose name is on the door.

I'm not naïve, Paul.

I know this kind of manipulation
goes on all the time.

But I'm an attorney,
not a spin doctor.

Oh, yes, you are.

We all are.

That's what attorneys do…

tell stories, create characters,

capture an audience, try them make them
feel what we want them to feel.

That's good lawyering.

Only these days, everybody's trying
to get in on our act…

The government, the corporations.

There are no facts anymore, kiddo.

Only good or bad fiction.

Which story do you plan
to sell the jury?

Don't you worry.

This case will never go to trial.

Mr Shore, with all due respect.

You are on our last nerve.

You said you had
an intriguing offer.

Get to it.

Delighted.

First, how about we ask all
the lawyers to leave the room?

You're a lawyer.

Okay. How about all
the lawyers who aren't me?

Here it is, then.

Simply put… it's Shirley Schmidt.

As much as I admire and respect her,

if I don't resolve this case,

I'm afraid she'll get nervous
and fall back on old habits.

She'll call in the old guard, one of
the cronies in banking and finance,

someone who smells like
old pipe smoke and hair tonic,

someone with a florid nose from too many
old-fashions at lunch down the street.

And this fella, whoever he is,
will have friends.

Friends who work in banks,
who probably shouldn't,

who don't treat confidential information
very confidentially.

And then, Marguerite,

the old crony will discover
how deeply in debt you are.

And once he learns this,

my replacement will make a few
phone calls, write a few letters,

and seek out your husband's
most distant and forgotten relative.

Perhaps a less fortunate cousin who
always admired but could never afford

one of your husband's beautiful artworks.

And my replacement will reach out
to him and commiserate

and convince him to contest
your husband's will.

At which point, your husband's estate
will be tied up.

Well, it could be for years,
decades, really.

And if this replacement of mine
turns out to be this fella

I'm thinking of, it could get really ugly.

For such a vague man, you've been
extraordinarily clear, Mr Shore.

Yes, and here's the thing.

I just don't like the way these people
operate around here. It's just not right.

These photographs are yours
to do with what you please,

and you should get a fair market price.

So, before I simply give up
and call it a day…

I'd like to ask you one question.

And what is that?

What is your price?

Have you made contact with Rachel?

I did. I told her I was a drug addict.

And?

She took me to a narcotics
anonymous meeting,

told me that if I wanted to get clean,
that I needed to work the program.

So, she's no longer using?

No. She's been clean for five years.

I mean, she's calm,
rational, straightforward…

very down to earth,
as a matter of fact.

Fine.

Thank you, Brad.

You know, Paul, for what it's worth,

she really wants to have
a relationship with you.

And I with her.

And you know what might help?
Is if you showed her a little faith.

She might pick up on that.

I beg your pardon?

Well, she says that sometimes,
you can be very… judgmental.

Brad while your efforts
are fully appreciated,

your advice to a father
concerning his daughter is not.

You have no idea the years I've spent
dealing with my daughter's illness.

So it would behoove you
to be more circumspect.

I'm sorry. That was over the line.

But, I mean, Paul, the truth is
you've got, really, a hell of a daughter.

She's sweet, she's beautiful,
nothing rattles her.

Even when she lost her ATM card…

I would've panicked.
But she was really cool.

What are you talking about?

Oh, Rachel's lost her ATM card.

So I loaned her 40 bucks.

Dad.

I had a lunch meeting nearby.

Well, how very impromptu
of you, and unusual.

Yes, well… people can change.

Yes, they can.

Come on in.

Can I get you something to drink?

No, no, I…

I thought I would take Fiona to the
aquarium if that's all right with you.

Yeah, I… I pick her up
from day care in 20 minutes.

Good, I'll go with you.

Sure.

May I use your bathroom?

Through there.

You have a child.

A child!

This is my house.

How long?

You came here
and you set me up.

You will not ruin her.

You have ruined everything

and everyone you've ever come
in contact with.

I hate you.

You will not do this
to my granddaughter.

I hate you.

You bastard!

Is counsel prepared to begin voir dire?

We are, your honor.

The commonwealth may begin.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.
I'm assistant district attorney Ginsberg.

Now as we begin to pick
our potential jury members,

I just want to get to know
a bit about you.

First off, by a show of hands,

how many of you have heard
about this case on the news?

I see.

And how many of you have seen
opposing counsel Denny Crane on the news?

Juror number seven, can you tell us
what opinions you've formed?

I think people should be allowed
to defend their homes.

Like Mr Crane said, if the guy
didn't want to get hurt,

he shouldn't have been robbing anyone.

Commonwealth challenges
juror number seven for cause.

No objection, your honor.

Juror number seven, you are excused.

I've worked hard to become
an American Homeowner.

If the guy tried to break into my place

I'd do the same thing.

I'd want to kill the son of a bitch.

It's my right as
an American Homeowner.

I may live in an apartment, but I still
consider myself an American Homeowner.

American Homeowner.

American Homeowner.

American Homeowner.

American Homeowner.

God bless America.

Your honor, with his television
appearances and theatrics,

Mr Crane has tainted the jury pool
to such an extent

that the commonwealth moves
for a change of venue.

Denied, Mr Ginsberg.

You both have manipulated
the media coverage of this case,

only Mr Crane has done
a better job of it.

You will play in the sandbox
that you built.

Shirley, Blondie, join me.

I'm happy to inform you
there's going to be a plea bargain

in the American Homeowner case.

How do you know?

Today, my office has indicted
city councilman Adam Patrick

on charges of accepting bribes
and illegal campaign contributions.

He has agreed to surrender
at his arraignment.

He's changing the narrative.
We're yesterday's news.

You got to hand it to him.
The guy's good.

He's creating his next reality.

I wonder what he's gonna put
on the table.

No jail time.

How can you be so sure?

Years of experience.

And he called a half an hour ago.

What are you going to do with those?

I haven't decided.

You know the one where you're not
quite sure what you're looking at,

then you take a step back
and realize what it is?

That one may be going
in the powder room.

Alan…

Tell you what… I'll leave them
to you when I die.

As things stand, I'm quite sure
I'll pass on before you.

Show those pictures to anyone,
and I'll see to it myself.

Shirley, I have no intention
of sharing those with anyone.

I'm keeping you all to myself.
I give you my word.

You're one of the few people for whom
I know that to be true.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

I understand congratulations
are in order.

Never lost, never will.

I may not be the Denny Crane
I once was,

but until today, I didn't realize

that this Denny Crane
might be even better.

Opposing lawyers everywhere are quaking
in their custom fitted shoes.

Damn right, they are.
So who cares if she…

Who cares…

You're still upset about Bev.

What I don't understand is,

I was married to one of my wives
for five years,

got over her in a day.

Bev and I were married
for three hours, and yet…

And yet?

Do you know that I even have
memories of her that aren't sexual?

I'm sure you do.

I miss her.

I miss her.

Well, are the rumors true?

You have naked photos of Shirley?

Ah, come on.
What's the big deal?

I've had naked photos
of Shirley for years.

Denny, she's asleep in all these.

Here's one where she woke up.

Have you ever seen a beautiful,
naked woman look that angry?