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Previously on Boston Legal…

This was just assigned to us
by the court.

Indigent client: old lawyer
jumped in front of a bus.

Now he needs a new one.

I've hired another associate.

Hello, Alan.

Still looking well.

We can't do this.

Never.

You and I should not be
doing a case together.

What are you doing in my law firm?

It's not your firm, Denny.
I'm a senior partner.

We had a deal, Sack.

I stay out of New York, you
steer clear of Boston.

Shirley's involved.

Shirley and Carl Sack?

I'd put money on it.

I'd shoot him.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

My name is Abigail Holt.

My friends and family call me Abby.

That's a lovely name.

Thank you.

How did you get here?

I walked in. I need to hire a lawyer.

I'd like to sue my high school.

And what would you like to
sue your high school for?

They teach abstinence only.

It's their fault, at least partly,
that I got caught so… uh…

unprepared.

Unprepared?

How old are you?

I'm 15.

And by unprepared
I'm assuming you mean…

you had unprotected sex.

Yes.

Are you pregnant?

I ask only because if you
do plan to take care of it,

you should know abortion is
only legal in this country

until our current supreme court
reaches its third trimester.

I didn't get pregnant, Mr Shore.

I see.

Well, in a lawsuit, one
must show damages, Abby.

Do you have damages?

I'm H.I.V. positive.

First up, the court
in either its infinite wisdom,

or zeal, to suck the private sector

into community service has assigned us
yet another high-profile criminal case.

Do I have any takers?

Denny Crane, giver.

Attaboy, Denny. The client
is charged with cockfighting.

His rooster evidently took the
life of another. Moving on.

No can do.

Why don't you do it?

Me?

Carl.

My problem is…

I like chickens.
–Do you, now?

I find them sweet. And the idea of putting
a poultry killer back on the street…

–Assuming you'd win.
–But I would.

–Your defense?
–No idea.

–You think I'm stupid?
–A much longer discussion.

You want me to take this case
to ruin my perfect record.

You seek to blemish me.

Are you saying
you can't win it, Denny?

–I know you can't.
–All right.

You're probably right.
I'm not much good…

unless there's money on it.

–Oh, no, no.
–How much?

$50,000.

–Why not make it $100,000?
–We could make it $200,000.

$200,000 it is.

Hey! First of all,

wagering on the outcome of a
case is grounds for disbarment.

Both of you should be taken
behind the barn and spanked.

Me first.

And what kind of message does
this send our younger associates,

betting $200,000
on the o—

Shirley, come on. We don't pay
our associates that much money?

$200,000 it is.

It's a bet.

What?

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Season 04 Episode 03

I brought you in for some maturity.

Big mistake.

Well, if so, I'll correct it. The last
thing I need around here is another child.

Are you pregnant, Shirley?

Shut up, Alan.

Well, now I'm aroused.

Me, too.

You need to go meet with your client.

What about me? I have ears.

Cute ones, actually.

All the better to nibble on, I suppose.

Lorraine…

don't think for a second
that my attraction to you

or my innate lack of professionalism
means I can't keep my hands off you.

Quite the contrary.

I think I've tapped
into a deep reservoir of…

control and discipline
that allows for really…

any proximity.

See?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Dear.

I beg your pardon.

Yes.

Do you know where I
might find Katie Lloyd?

Is he speaking english? That—
that's not english, is it?

My guess would be… spanish.

That's great. You put your
chicken killer on the stand,

let him explain what happened
in his foreign language.

The jury's gonna love that.

–Mr Obisbo. Mr Obisbo!
–Por—

Do you speak any english?

Si, si!

Maybe he knows arab.

Get him to speak little
arab, Carl. That'll work.

Excuse me. Ms Lloyd?

–Yes.
–I'm Deena Rice.

Hello.

This is Jerry Espenson.

–Hello.
–Hello.

Yes, I've seen
you both on television.

I followed the Joseph Washington trial.

My husband used to be
involved in the case.

Oh, really? What?

Rice? Matthew Rice?

My husband represented Joseph Washington
up until he threw himself in front of a bus.

I'm so sorry, Mrs Rice.

Thank you.

You two must be extraordinary attorneys.

He spoke often of Joseph Washington. He made
it sound like a rather impossible defense.

I have a rather…
improbable case of my own.

I was wondering whether you
might consider representing me.

What kind of a case is it?

I'd like to sue the psychologist at
treated my husband prior to his suicide.

Of course you're not
thinking of bringing such a case.

She's a minor. I give you
no authority to go ahead w—

–Dad!
–Listen to me, young lady.

You have no legitimate cause of action.

Not to mention the fact that this kind
of thing would get media attention.

Now do you really want to be
known as “the H.I.V. girl”?

I want to be known as a person
who will stand up for my rights.

Your rights?

Honey, you're the one who decided to
have sex. It's your responsibility.

Which I take, but the
school should also—

Let's just go home, honey.
We can talk about it—

I can get emancipated.

And I can bring this case without you.

No, you cannot.

Well, actually, she can.

What kind of lawyer are you?

The troubled yet fun kind.

Abby, your father's right about this.

Plus, if you bring such a
lawsuit, a great deal of the focus

and media attention will be on
the fact that you have H.I.V.

Along with millions of other people.
I don't consider it much of a stigma.

I know I-I probably won't win.

But somebody has gotta
make some noise about this.

Mr And Mrs Holt—

This is ridiculous.

It's possible in years to come your
daughter would regret bringing this lawsuit.

My sense is, knowing her
for all of, uh, 20 minutes,

she'd regret not bringing
it considerably more.

If you sabotage this case
in any way, the bet is off.

–I would never.
–Denny.

I'm a neutral observer, like
Switzerland. Only with a bigger penis.

I'm just gonna sit back, relax and
enjoy. Promise. Mind if I smoke?

Oh, the, uh, probation report came back.

Seems your client has a record.

He stole a car last year. Awful.

He began seeing Dr Farrell
right after his father died.

Matthew and his dad
were extremely close.

And he found himself completely
devastated by his death.

How long was he treated?

Six months, with some success at first.

But then he regressed
into a profound despair.

So much so that I'm convinced
the therapy did damage.

Did Dr Farrell prescribe any
medication for your husband?

No, it was all
psychotherapy, just talking.

But Matthew suddenly began
to have… “recovered memories”

they call it—
childhood abuse, sexual abuse.

He couldn't handle it.

Well, one might argue that the memories
caused the depression, not the treatment.

But he wouldn't have had the
memories if he hadn't had the treatment.

We all assume that the unearthing
of feelings is a good thing.

But many times, it's not.

I mean, Matthew's repressed
memories weren't hurting him.

He was happy. He was successful.

Once this doctor dug them out…

they killed him.

Denny, ready?

You can't dress him up like that.

Why not?

Because that's not how he looks.

You're committing fraud on the
court, making them think that's how he looks.

Denny, we dress up clients all the time.

–It's not fair.
–Get in.

You're cheating.

Alan, I'm assigning Lorraine to second chair
you on your case against the school board.

What? Why?

This is an issue which touches
on significant women's rights.

I think it makes sense
to have a woman on board.

Her?

Is there a problem?

No, no, no, no. No, not at all.

This is a threshold case, Alan. It's
likely to get a little media play.

I'd just like to have
a woman'face on it.

I couldn't agree more.

So… no problem then?

Absolutely not.

Good.

After you.

I'll take the stairs.

When first arrived on the scene, there was
just blood all over. It was disgusting.

What was the source
of the blood, officer?

A dead chicken, viciously pecked
to death by a killer cock— his.

What happened next, officer?

We ascertained tha the cockfighting
rooster belonged to the defendant.

I placed him under arrest, advised him of
his rights in both english and spanish,

rescued the surviving chicken from his
control and took the suspect into custody.

Officer, you referred to the
demise of the losing chicken—

I believe the word
you used was “vicious.”

That's correct. Vicious–
blood everywhere.

Would you consider it more or less
vicious than say scalding it with hot water

so its feathers will fall out
and then slitting its throat?

Objection.

This won't be a referendum
on slaughterhouses, counsel.

Officer, did you have an opportunity to
observe the demeanor of my client's rooster?

Its demeanor?

Yes. Did he seem happy?

Counsel?

I ask this, your honor,

because many experts in animal
behavior have opined that cockfighting

can actually be quite gratifying
to the feathered combatants—

This witness is no expert in animal
behavior. She's a police officer.

Officer, you testified that you rescued
my client's rooster from his control.

Yes.

What did you do with him?

It was put to sleep.

So when you say “rescued,” you
use the term rather loosely.

One night, I was over at Jason's house.

He's my boyfriend.

Uh, his parents were away, and…

things got out of control, I guess.

You and Jason made love.

Yes.

How old are you, Abby?

I'm 15.

Outrageous!

I think his honor means 15 is
a little young to be having sex.

He's yet to have it.

That's not true.

Just continue.

Things, uh, like I said, they—
they got out of control after that.

And neither of you took precautions?

No. We didn't have condoms and…

it was really stupid.

It turns out he was
H.I.V. positive. And…

now I am.

Did either of you ever think
about carrying a condom,

just in case things ever…

got out of control?

No. We were taught abstinence.

They basically drilled it into
us that condoms don't work.

What did your school teach you
about other forms of birth control?

We were taught
abstinence, pure and simple.

No alternatives.

Young lady, am I to understand that it's
the school's fault you have H.I.V.?

It's partially mine, your honor.

But when a school preaches to its
students that condoms are ineffective,

you make it less likely that the
students will actually carry them.

I don't think I'm out of line

to suggest that the school should accept
a… a trickle of blame here.

This isn't exactly on point,

but there's evidence psychotherapy
for identity disorders can be harmful.

Some “hidden identities,” as they're
called, have been brought out through hypnosis.

These alter egos cause
injurious behavior.

I've got a study that says
that four out of ten people

who enter grief therapy after losing a
loved one are worse off after treatment.

Four in ten?

I think that might
occasion a duty to warn.

What do we know about this doctor?

Impeccable credentials.

I suspect he'd like it to stay that way.

My suggestion is we draft
a complaint, don't file it,

set up a meeting with the doctor
and effect a quiet settlement.

–Brilliant.
–Brilliant!

I'm sorry. Sometimes I…

I understand.

I like practicing law with you, Katie.

Thank you, Jerry.

That's very sweet of you to say.

You're a very sweet man.

He was good— Sack?

It doesn't matter.

He can't win.

His client broke the
law. The law is the law.

The man's guilty.

So, uh…

how's working with Lorraine?

Well, for the most part, I'm fine.

I mean, she's just another
lawyer. She carries a briefcase,

she has…

a neck…

long, tapered legs.

Chiclets.

I beg your pardon?

An old trick my mother taught me.

Chewing chiclets tempers sexual arousal.

The gum?

I chewed it all the way through law school.
It's the only thing that got me through.

Don't be ridiculous.

Okay. Well…

Fine.

I don't even need them.

–She's just another lawyer.
–That's right.

Chiclets.

Chiclets.

The more she gets to
you, the harder you chew.

Look, I was dead set against the
abstinence program myself at first.

As a high school principal for 20
years, I thought it was ludicrous.

But you employed it.

If we didn't, we'd lose federal funding.

Without that, we can't teach anything.

So this was all about the money?

Not just. I looked at the numbers.

Teen pregnancy rates have dropped since
the abstinence program has been in effect—

in some states, almost by half.

I had to pay attention to that.

The studies I read attribute
the decline of teen pregnancies

to the increased use of contraception.

Yes, but I can't be sure that the abstinence
only program hasn't been effective as well.

The numbers don't lie.

Which numbers?

Sexually transmitted disease
rates amongst teenagers

who pledge abstinence are the same
as for the teenagers who don't.

Because many don't live
up to the pledge.

Statistics also show that abstinence
pledgers are less likely to see a doctor

if they do get an S.T.D, less
likely to think they've got it.

Turns out the pledgers are
more likely to spread S.T.Ds,

which, funny thing, is exactly
what happened to my client here.

Bottom line— teens that abstain
from sex don't get S.T.Ds

Here's a bottom line—

teens who aren't taught
sex education, including contraception,
are more likely to die.

Hey, you don't like it, take
it up with your congressman.

I'm just a high school principal.

You're her principal, Mr Mckay.

Abby didn't go to congress.
She went to school —yours—

where she had an expectation
of being taught and cared for.

Might you have at least warned her that her
welfare would come second to federal funding?

Ms Rhodes, Dr Farrell, my
name's Katie Lloyd.

This is my colleague Jerry
Espenson and our client Deena Rice.

Thank you so much for agreeing
to meet at such short notice.

Well, you made it sound rather urgent.

Yes, well, Dr Farrell treated my
client's husband Matthew Rice
prior to his death by suicide.

Without sounding obnoxiously
adversarial, we believe that Dr Farrell's
treatment of Mr Rice…

may have played a role in that tragedy.

What?

We can't be sure, of course, without
exploring the nature of that treatment.

And, well, given my client's
desire to avoid litigation,

which perhaps might coincide
with Dr Farrell's wishes as well,

we thought maybe we could work
this out quickly and quietly.

Look, first of all, I don't
like the extortive overtones

that occasioned this
meeting even to take place.

Second, your inexperience aside,
Ms Lloyd,

you should know better than to
threaten either me or my client.

This doctor is one of the most respected
—if not the most respected—

and admired member of his profession.

Well, admittedly the doctor
may have done nothing wrong.

But we can't know unless
we know what was done.

So why don't you ask instead of
waving civil complaints in my face?

Well, assuming he'd rightly
assert doctor-patient privilege

,we have no means of discovery
without a proper lawsuit,

which, once again, we felt both
parties would want to avoid.

I can give you several studies which
show psychotherapy may be harmful,

especially when it comes to grief
therapy for people losing loved ones.

If you'd look at the data, you'll see talk
therapy can, in many cases, prolong suffering.

I'm aware of those studies.
I happen to disagree with them.

Which is certainly your right.

But it would be the
patient's right to be warned.

I believe you call it informed consent.

Did you tell Mr Rice that psychotherapy
could be dangerous to his mental health?

We're done. Bye-bye.

They'll be back.

They will? How can you tell?

They don't want to risk a trial here.

They'll be back.

Your honor, Mr Obisbo
understands english,

but since he can't speak it, I would like, with
the court's permission, to use an interpreter.

I have brought one with me.

Fine.

Thank you.

Sister?

Buenos dias, hermana.

Now, Miguel, would you first tell the jury
what interests you about cockfighting?

it's part of our mexican culture.

As little children, we're raised to
revere the noble cockfighting rooster.

One of the reasons I came to America
—the greatest country in the world—

was because of its tolerance,

its willingness to embrace
cultures of other lands.

God bless America.

Okay, sir, but to many americans,
it seems cruel to treat chickens this way.

The fighters love the competition.

Mexicans, like Americans,
honor the warriors,

like the troops fighting over in Iraq.

God bless the troops.

Okay, um, would you tell us
about your rooster in particular?

His name was ronald.

I named him after
Ronald Reagan, my hero.

Ronald was like family.
And they killed him.

The police gave him a lethal injection.

They murdered Ronald Reagan.

Ok, so you say he was
like family, and yet,

you made him fight,
possibly to the death?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

I don't believe he would
ever have died fighting.

He was a champion cock.

It would bring me such joy to hold him,

to hold that beautiful warrior
cock in my own two hands.

God forgive me.

The old interpreting nun
trick. He got it from me.

Denny, $200,000 is a lot of money.

Okay.

Alan?

I was wondering if we could
have a word in private.

It's quite urgent.

Oh, balls.

Why does everybody want to
excuse me from the conversation?

It's not like I'll remember it.
Mad cow for God's sakes.

What's up?

Well?

I find Katie Lloyd to be…

very, very sweet.

That's great. So do I.

Oh! You're sweet… on Katie.

And… I'm not sure— well, I
think she might be sweet on me,

but I just know if I try to say anything
romantically inclined, it won't come out right.

I'll purr and…

Well, uh, Jerry, office
romances are very complicated.

I'd even say treacherous.

That's a bit of a bubble buster.

No, no. It's not that they can't work out

or that they should
never be pursued but…

Look, I find Lorraine to be…

very sweet.

But one needs to proceed with caution.

Even when the heart knows?

Especially then.

The heart can be a real bastard.

You don't think she
could be sweet on me.

I didn't say that.

Yes, you did. You're
saying,“be cautious, Jerry.

She probably won't go for you.”

–No, I did not.
–Did too!

Did not!

You sought out the worst possible
counsel on the topic of romance or love,

which I don't understand
and have never understood.

Why do you say that?

Jerry, I just spent
six months with Gloria.

On paper, I should be…

somewhat broken up over the breakup.

And I've barely given her
a thought the last week.

I seem to be missing some kind of a…

love gene.

Look, if it feels right with Katie, perhaps
you should trust that feeling.

But just proceed with
caution because—

The heart can be a bastard.

It's not just that it's against the law.

It's indecent, barbaric…

inhumane.

Two chickens
—roosters, I should say—

are thrown in a pit
and forced to do battle

until one loses consciousness
due to blood loss,

at which point the
other pecks its head off.

It's sick.

And this man openly,

notoriously broke the
law to commit a sick,

sick crime, one he admits committing.

Just having a nun translate for you
doesn't put you on the side of the angels.

Denny, when the district attorney speaks,

it's not appropriate for
you to nod in agreement.

Do you realize chickens
are smarter than dogs?

Much, much smarter than horses.

And we call them fowl.

How sad that the chicken by far is
the most abused animal on the planet…

raised in crates less
than a square foot,

the ends of their beaks
snapped off after hatching,

pumped up with antibiotics to keep them alive
in conditions that would otherwise kill them,

genetically altered so that
they grow twice as fast,

sent off to the slaughterhouse
after only six weeks of living,

typically in open crates where millions of
them either freeze to death or get baked alive.

The ones who do arrive undead
are scalded to de-feather them.

Then they're hung upside down
and electrocuted just enough

so they don't flap around while
getting their throats slit.

It's not good to be a chicken.

Now the cockfighters—

they get real food.

They get real room to move.

They're often loved as pets.

They get at least two good years

before they're even asked to do combat.

And if he's a really good fighter,

he gets to retire to stud service,

where he could live the life
of— well, of Denny Crane.

The simple truth is that
if a chicken in this country

hopes to be afforded
a modicum of dignity,

he has to fight.

Studies show they
might actually enjoy it.

Now I suppose you could find my
client guilty because technically,

he broke a law… which
screams out with hypocrisy.

Or you could say,“wait a second.

Miguel Obisbo offers
chickens a better life.”

Miguel Obisbo…

now trusts you to be humane,

not just for his sake…

but for the chickens.

$125,000.

Nonstarter.

My client did absolutely nothing wrong.
There is no evidence of malpractice—

Discussion of evidence is premature
since we haven't begun discovery.

But what we do know is Mr Rice's
mental well-being deteriorated

while under the continued
care of Dr Farrell.

And during that time, he was never once warned
that psychotherapy had a 40% failure rate,

and in fact could worsen symptoms.

40%.

If any drug had that failure rate, it
would be yanked off the market in days.

Your client should be happy to settle for
any amount as long as it's confidential

and within the policy limits, his
limit being $1 million.

We're not giving you $1 million.

A man died here!

Treatment, failure to warn, dead—
that's a plaintiff trifecta.

40% failure rate in psychotherapy.

None of us wants to see that headline.

Actually, I can live with it.

Matthew Rice perhaps could've.

$375,000. That's as
high as I'm authorized.

I need to speak to somebody
with more authority then.

Then why don't you give me
your number?

$650,000.

$550,000.

Nothing structured, all up front?

Sealed, no admission.

I'll recommend it.

–We just nicked $550,000 off them.
–We did.

Jerry, that was fantastic. Brilliant.

Brilliant! Well?

You're the dog's bollocks, that's
what you are. Fantastic.

Your honor, I think we all agree that
15 is too young to be having sex.

Is there anyone here who
takes issue with that?

Sometimes when the right
answer is “no,” you say “no.”

You don't start tinkering with
morality to coincide with logistics.

Kids need to hear “no.”

Not “here's how, just
in case,” but “no.”

Abstinence was the right answer here.

If she hadn't had sex, she
wouldn't be H.I.V positive.

And even if you are so
determined to opt for pragmatism,

abstinence is still the right answer.

Since the implementation of this policy,

the teen pregnancy
rate has gone down 30%.

More and more kids are
choosing not to have sex.

And that's good, whether they
get sick or pregnant or not.

And if parents disagree, by the
way, they can choose to teach their kids

about condoms and birth
control pills and diaphragms.

But once the school
starts doing so, come on.

You're implicitly telling the kids it's
expected of them to be sexually active.

And many start doing so because
they feel all their friends are.

Sure, we can pass out condoms.

But it is simply more
responsible, more moral and yes,

more safe to practice abstinence.

That's what we should be telling them.

And this school is.

This case isn't about teenage pregnancy.

She didn't get pregnant.
She got H.I.V.

I can see why you'd want to make
it about teenage pregnancy since…

well, actually, I can't.

The United States has the worst teen
pregnancy rate of any industrialized nation.

And contrary to what Mr Jovanka
would like us to believe,

there is no evidence whatsoever
that suggests using condoms

or teaching students about condoms
makes them any more inclined to have sex.

None.

They're already inclined to have sex
and have been since early puberty.

They're simply going
to do it. We all do it.

Birds do it. Bees do
it. Educated fleas do it.

One day, your honor, even you—

Yes, the fact is this case has nothing to do
with the efficacy of abstinence-only programs.

This case is about religion, politics
and federal funding.

Our present administration, in blind
service to the religious right,

has transcended the
separation of church and stat

and consistently implemented a faith-
based political and moral mandate.

And now that same policy has been
passed on to our educational system.

If schools teach abstinence
only, they get federal funding.

If they teach any other type
of sex education, they don't.

And as a result,

the students in these abstinence only
programs aren't being taught the truth

about that magnificent
technological marvel: the condom.

That's not a dirty
word, your honor; “condoms.”

They first came on the scene
some 3,000 years ago in Egypt.

For centuries they went
merrily along in modified forms,

warding off syphilis, gonorrhea,
preventing unplanned pregnancies,

until science and medicine
eventually caught up

and the pill became a much more
effective, less intrusive contraceptive.

Penicillin and other antibiotics were
miracle cures for gonorrhea and syphilis.

The poor, humble condom languished.

And then came AIDS… this…

terrifying new disease
that panicked the world.

For many years, it has been
fatal, gruesomely so in every case.

There was no vaccine, no
cure, no treatment.

But there were condoms,
and they worked.

They were safe, time tested, easy to
use, and they protected both partners.

The condom is arguably the single most
important invention of the past 2,000 years.

In fact, it has been said without exaggeration
that the health of the world depends on them.

Now one would think that the obvious
choice would be for schools to tell
their students as much.

But Abby's school —indeed, all schools that
teach abstinence only— have chosen to lie.

They teach that condoms are ineffective
at preventing pregnancies, which is a lie.

They teach that condoms are ineffective
at preventing diseases, which is a lie.

Some of the literature actually compares
using a condom to playing russian roulette,

which is a frightening,
despicable, unforgivable lie.

Abby holt has H.I.V…

which in all likelihood
will develop into AIDS.

We've sort of forgotten about
AIDS in this country.

Treatments have improved dramatically.

Drugs are keeping people alive for
many years after they become infected.

But the grim butcher's bill for this
pandemic still keeps growing and growing.

65 million people worldwide
have become infected.

One time unprotected sex can kill you.

A condom can save you.

It is inconceivable that
every child in the world

isn't taught that.

We should be in criminal
court this very moment,

trying this obscenely duplicitous
school for conspiracy to commit murder.

But frankly, I have no…

stomach for that.

I think of the horror that has been
inflicted on this 15–year-old girl,

and I'm just so profoundly sad.

I can point out the evils
of this corrupt system.

I can tell you how effective condoms are, the
lives they save on and on and on and on and

but words seem to be these hollow,

useless things rattling
around in this courtroom.

Because ultimately the lies
this school told Abby Holt may…

will probably kill her.

They have certainly
altered her life forever.

And in the face of
that, all I can think of is…

why?

I give long closings.

Will the defendant please rise?

I'm a little nervous. You?

The suspense is killing me.

Tell you what, I'll give you some insurance.
$100,000— cut your loss in half.

The man is
guilty, black–and–white.

Has the jury reached
a unanimous verdict?

We have, your honor.

How say you?

In the matter of the
Commonwealth vs Miguel Obisbo,

we the jury find the
defendant Miguel Obisbo…

not guilty.

What?

We appeal, your honor.

Mr Crane, you can't appeal an acquittal.

And it would be especially
unusual for the defense to try.

We're adjourned. The
defendant is free to go.

Gracias, señor Sack.

Hey, hey, hey!

Yes, I'm sure you're telling
me that you're very happy.

I'm— I'm happy, too.

You're welcome, Miguel.
Tell the family hi for me. Bye–bye.

Hey, don't you want to hug
Miguel? He seems very happy.

Oh, Mr Crane?

Oh, my. What do we have here?

I brought you some flowers
to celebrate our good result.

Jerry, you positively…

I should be bringing you flowers
after your brilliant negotiation.

You accomplished that result.

I thought maybe we could celebrate
by getting dinner tonight?

That's a fab idea.
I'd love that. Brilliant.

Brilliant!

–8:00?
–8:00 it is.

Jerry?

It would be as colleagues
celebrating a litigation victory?

I only ask… I wouldn't want
it to be construed as a date.

Not that I think that was your
intent, but just to be clear.

No, no. I only meant as colleagues.

Not that you wouldn't be an absolutely
delightful man to date. Any woman
should be so lucky.

But since I work with you,
for me it's…

No. I-I only meant as colleagues.

8:00 then?

8:00.

First…

let me say I find this
national obsession with sex…

to be disgusting.

Young girls walking around in t-shirts with
vulgar verbs written across their chests

and on their buttocks,

television news, movies–‐
it's all sex, sex, sex, sex, sex!

–Outrageous.
–Outrageous.

And while I admire the school's motives
in trying to stress abstinence—

and they should— the evidence suggests
that they are no less likely to fornicate

and even more likely not
to use condoms when they do.

The statistics on AIDS are horrifying,
65 million and counting.

A condom may just be the greatest health
advice we could possibly give our children,

more important even than seat belts.

In this sad, sad day

when sex seems to be everywhere,

how can we fail to give
them proper sex education?

I order the school district to
scrap its abstinence-only program,

to start teaching sex education,

and I order them to pay
the petitioners $750,000

in compensatory damages.

Adjourned.

Oh, my gosh. I never even
asked for money, did I?

No, you did not.
Congratulations, Abby.

Oh, thank you. Thank you
for all of your work.

Oh, and—
and thank you.

Thank you. You're terrific.

Thank you.

I must say, as satisfying
as the ruling was,

it was equally gratifying to know you
and I can work together without incident.

Yes, very gratifying.

The truth is…

I felt perfectly comfortable.

We just needed to get
it out of our system.

And now it's out.

Completely.

Congratulations, Alan.

You, too, Lorraine.

Maybe it's the elevator.

I had a thing about
desktops when I was younger…

and the backseat of cars…

and farms.

Is there something wrong
with me, Denny?

I don't even really think of Gloria.

Well, why should you? She's a
cold–hearted bitch— Gloria.

She'd have been awful for you.

Well, why didn't you ever tell me that?

Well, you had to see it for
yourself, and I knew you would.

Besides, you'd have dismissed
anything I had to say,

thinking that I was trying to split
you up so I could sleep with her.

Can I now, by the way?

Lorraine could be right for you.

I don't know.

It's just her smell and her… arms…

and her… legs.

Yes or no on Gloria? Can I?

You just said she was
a cold-hearted bitch.

Yeah. I like that. Can I?

You know what? You're both consenting
adults. It's none of my business.

Well, that's a mature response.

–Denny—
–No!

Forget Shirley. She's grandmothered in.

♫ I've just found joy ♫

Oh, Alan…

aren't women just the best?

Indeed.

I love 'em all.

They all love me.

it's good to be Denny Crane.

Not bad to be you right now.

It has its moments.

Lorraine.

Lemon lorraine pie.

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