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Previously on Ally McBeal.

The bank sent me.
There's an electrical problem.

They want me to bring the place
up to code.

Guess I'll be
working in your basement.

Oh.
(chuckles)

-How bad is it?
-Pipes are corroded.

Eventually they're all
gonna have to be replaced.

I have to hire you?

You have to hire me.

I'm a trial lawyer.
I read that Constitution.

In case anybody forgot.
I read the preamble,

-the post-amble, the amendments. (exhales)
-Are you a real lawyer?

-Mr. Fish.
-I read it all.

I'm a litigator.
First, second and then fourth.

-It's all there.
-What the hell are you talking about?

Objection.
Move for costs.

♪ Ain't it funny how you're
walkin' through life ♪

♪ And it turns on a dime ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I was missin' you
crazy, baby ♪

-♪ Are you really mine ♪
-♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪♪

Oh! Damn it!

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

-(groaning)
-(knocking)

(sighs)

(sighs)

Hello.

Hi.

It's a little late,
but I'll take six boxes.

-I'm not selling cookies.
-Oh.

-Are you Allyson McBeal?
-I am.

-Do you like surprises?
-I hate them.

-Am I about to get one?
-Sort of.

Want it straight up,
or would you like to sit?

Hit me.

I'm your daughter.

Did you hear me?

Mmm. I'm-I'm just waiting for the little
fantasy beat to be over.

You're still standing there.

'Cause I'm still here.
And I'm still your daughter.

(chuckles) Obviously,
that's impossible.

Obviously, it's not.
Look. Ten and a half years ago,

you harvested some eggs
and stored them.

By a mistake at the facility,
they gave one of your eggs...

to a man known as Robert Harrington,
my father, who passed away six months ago.

I was placed with a wicked aunt.
I escaped this morning.

I've spent two months
tracking you down.

Hi, Mom.

-(metal creaks, hits ground)
-(shattering)

♪ I've been down
down, down ♪

♪ I've been down this road ♪

♪ Walkin' the line
that's painted by pride ♪

♪ And I have made mistakes
in my life ♪

♪ That I just can't hide ♪

♪ Oh, I believe I am ready ♪

♪ For what love has to bring
Yeah ♪

♪ I got myself together, yeah ♪

♪ Now I'm ready to sing ♪

♪ I've been searching
my soul tonight ♪

♪ I know there's
so much more to life ♪

♪ Now I know
I can shine a light ♪

♪ To find my way back home ♪

-♪ Oh ♪
-♪ Hoo, hoo ♪

♪ Baby, yeah ♪

-♪ Hoo, hoo ♪
-♪ Oh, yeah ♪♪

-Obviously, we're mortified.
-Yes. Just-Just tell me--

Is it true?
Is she my genetic daughter?

Apparently, she is.
We're mortified.

-This never--
-How can this happen?

Well, there is an explanation.

-I'm not sure it would appease you.
-What am I gonna do?

As you know, you gave
your egg anonymously...

-to be used--
-As part of an infertility study.

I was informed...

that I would be notified
if it were ever actually used.

-I was never notified.
-Which was our mistake. We're mortified.

Our records show
you were contacted.

I wasn't. I wasn't.
I'm a mother.

There's a 10-year-old girl sitting out in
that waiting room with my eyes.

You're-You're mortified?
I'm a mother.

Sometimes... these things
can be a blessing.

A blessing?

Did-Did you say a blessing?

You plop a 10-year-old girl down in
somebody's lap--

(clears throat)

and you--

Uh, hi-hi, Maddie.

Uh--

How long have you been
standing there?

Long enough.

Obviously, this is
a very big day in my life--

-my-my very first, uh, murder trial.
-(whip cracks)

(whooshing)

-Are we all set, buddy?
-(nose whistles)

Well, you look nervous. No reason for you
to be nervous. I'm first chair.

-You're doing a murder trial?
-Yes. That a problem?

-The defendant's okay with it?
-Well, I-I'm ready, Nelle. Just ask John.

(stammers)

Are you okay, buddy?
Mmm. Uh, uh, next up--

Uh, anybody seen, uh,
Jenny, Ally?

Ally has plumbing problems.

-With her house.
-Jenny has plumbing problems.

Not her house.

Richard, I'm sorry.
Can I see you in private for a second?

What's wrong?

Richard, I am trying
to be supportive...

of the new serious you,
but I am very concerned...

about you doing this trial.

-Why?
-If we lose this case,

our client will go to prison
for the rest of his life.

Well, uh, client's
thrilled with me.

Yes. You guaranteed an acquittal.
That tends to please them.

-Yeah.
-But the point is,

we cannot guarantee an acquittal here.

In fact, this case
is enormously difficult.

He claims he kicked his wife
because he thought her head was a ball?

The reality is, he will
likely go to prison forever.

(stammers)
I can do it.

John,
there's an old homily--

a cliché, yes, but I happen
to believe in it.

Winning
isn't everything.

People on trial
for first-degree murder...

tend to disfavor
that homily, Richard.

(chuckles)
Yeah.

I'm gonna win this, John.
You watch.

Yes.

-What do you mean, her daughter?
-That's what she said.

-In there with her?
-Yes.

Ten years old?

-Is Billy the father?
-She didn't say.

-(elevator bell dings)
-I-I'm an extremely emotional person.

You can't take
anything I say personally.

What do I look like, a dope?
You're upset. Fine. Sorry to burden you.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
Don't you try to guilt me, because I'm--

I'm not. I'm just trying
to say that I-I understand your feelings.

Maddie, right now, I don't
even understand my feelings.

(knocking)

Hmm. Really nice.

(gasps)
I left you a note.

You run off. You don't tell me
where you're going. Really, really nice.

(sighs)

I'm Bonnie Boone,
Maddie's aunt.

I am sorry about this.
This is a cry for attention.

Really nice.

-Don't start psychoanalyzing--
-I'm talking.

So am I.

I really apologize.
Um--

She asked me to help track
you down,

because she wanted
to see you one day.

She never told me
she would run off,

leaving me to worry myself
sick with grief.

Could you be
any more dramatic?

-We have a 1:00 flight.
-1:00?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm sorry. A 10-year-old genetic daughter
doesn't just show up at my door...

and then catch
a 1:00 flight.

Well, I'll be gone.
Isn't that what you want?

(clears throat)
Maddie, I'm, um--

I'm sure that you're
a very nice little girl,

but you chose to insert
yourself into my life.

So, like it or not, in some
capacity, you are in it.

And so are you. And nobody is gonna be
gettin' on any 1:00 flight.

(clears throat)

WOMAN: I was at the beach,
and I noticed the waves...

were exceptionally
big that day.

-Yes.
-And I first saw...

a rather attractive woman
sunbathing,

and my eye caught hers.

Not in a sexual way,
of course.

I'm a conservative woman.

-(chair scrapes ground)
-O-Objection, Your Honor. Dull.

Overruled.

What happened after
you saw the woman, ma'am?

Well, then I saw that man.

And he was walking towards her
in an idle way.

Then I saw his eyes
fix upon her.

Keenly.

And all of a sudden,
he started to run straight at her.

And as he got within a yard,
he planted his left foot...

firmly in the sand,
and with his right,

he kicked her
right in the head.

-He just ran up and kicked her?
-Right in the head.

Almost as if her head were,
say, a soccer ball?

-Exactly.
-Thank you, Miss Findley. (chuckles)

Thank you.

Miss Findley,

what happened after Mr. Willis
realized he'd hurt his wife?

He became very upset.

Upset.
Despondent, even?

-I think.
-You think?

Well, you're an observant woman.

Did he become
despondent or not?

-He did.
-(sighs)

Thank you.

(nose whistles)

John, why didn't you tell me you planned
to leap up in the middle of my cross?

I didn't leap. I stood.
And your cross appeared to be over.

For us to have any chance here,
the jury has to respect me.

They have to think of me
as a sage.

Well, that's not likely
to happen. If--Uh--

Hello?

Oh, I'm s--
I'm sorry. I'm s--

Richard, we have to deal
with intent here.

Our defense is that he didn't know he was
kicking his wife.

He was temporally insane.

When he realized it was his wife,
his remorse is important.

And as long as I'm in progress
with a sentence here,

let me conclude it
by stressing over again, Kendall,

I think we
should plead this out.

Richard is sure
we can win.

Well, h-how can the jury
not think he was crazy?

He-He thought his wife was
a-a soccer ball.

I used to be a lawyer.

Hmm.

Two years, and I quit.

-And-And now you sing?
-Yeah, TV jingles.

I was a blues singer for about six years
and could not make my rent.

Then, on New Year's Eve,
I did these jingles as a lark.

Gilligan, Beverly Hillbillies--
you name it.

Crowd went nuts. I'm suddenly
getting bookings.

-And-And your brother?
-Dead.

Yes, I-I know.
I just, um--

He was a great man.

-Mmm.
-He, um--

A great man.

So, are--
Are you her only family?

Yeah. Unless we include genetics.
That would make you family.

Hmm. Hmm.

Look, Ally, you just let me know
what you want to do here.

You want to get to know us?
You want us to go away?

You have no obligation.
Maddie understands that.

Could you just stay the night
and-and let me visit with her some?

Sure.

You know, she-she said
that, uh--

well, you know, that she
wanted to live with me.

-Excuse me?
-Well, that's what she said.

Well, sh-she's just--

You know, she's very
manipulative.

She's-She's just--

Kids.

Yeah.

-You will so not believe it.
-What?

There's a bar downstairs.

Stage, music.
I got you booked.

What?

Tonight.
Elaine helped.

I'm sorry. I should've checked first.
But I thought I should nail the booking.

-Then I could fill in if you canceled.
-It seats over a hundred.

And they, like, have these Ikettes
who could so do your backup.

-Down, girl.
-Bonnie, this could be great.

I mean, if you started
getting bookings in Boston,

then I could come
see Ally, like, all the time.

Did you tell Ally
you wanted to live with her?

Um--

I was testing her
to see--

To see what?

I wanted to spend the night
to get to know her better.

So I kinda, sorta made my life
seem a little more desperate.

Sorry.

Shall I cancel the booking?
There's no problem for me to fill in.

-No, no--She'll do it.
-But--

Why not?

Richard, I must be candid when I tell you
I suffer from stress.

Maybe it's in light
of world events.

-We need to focus on the case, John.
-I am.

And if you introduce that
particular exhibit,

it will push my stress
to the breaking point.

(stammers)
Well,

if we argue that the shadows
or the reflection off the water--

You can't do that, Richard.

You can't paint her face to make her
look like a soccer ball.

-It's tampering.
-(door opens)

Hi. Uh, the judge
just called us back into session.

-Ah, okay. Well--
-Sometimes when I look at her,

I still can't believe
she's gone.

(sighs)

-Hey.
-Oh.

Uh, I didn't see you there.

-We can't introduce that, Mr. Willis.
-Why?

Just a picture of her.

You don't notice anything
particularly different about this picture?

Mmm--

Janet was sunbathing.

I decided to take a walk
on the beach.

As I came back, I saw what
I thought was a soccer ball.

I used to play soccer, and, well,
I just kicked it.

Yeah, I-I think I-I speak for the jury,
Mr. Willis, when I ask,

why would you kick
somebody else's ball?

I guess I didn't think about that.
There was nobody else around. Just--

What were your thoughts, sir,
when you first came to realize...

the soccer ball was,
in fact, your wife?

I was devastated.

I loved my wife deeply.
We had never been happier.

I wish I could explain what possessed me
at that moment. I can't.

-You're a college professor?
-I am.

The day before you kicked
your wife, did you teach?

Yes.

-Any insane incidents?
-No.

And on that day,
who drove to the beach?

I did.

Did you obey all the traffic
laws during the trip?

Yes.

So right up until that moment
that you kicked your wife,

you were behaving
in a normal manner?

-Yes.
-Then, suddenly,

you don't know what possessed you?

That's right.

Your wife had an affair five months
prior to her death, didn't she?

We had dealt with that
and put it behind us.

Yeah.
You put it behind you.

-Did you ever hit your wife?
-No.

Do you recognize that woman
sitting right there, sir?

That's my neighbor,
Helen Patterson.

What's your relationship
with Miss Patterson?

We're friendly.

I'm about to call Miss Patterson
as an impeachment witness, sir.

She will testify that she heard an
argument between you and your late wife...

the week before her death.

She will testify she heard your wife plead
with you to stop hitting her.

I will not ask you again, sir.

Did you ever hit
your wife before?

Once I kind of...
slapped her.

But I never hurt her.
And it was a mistake.

A mistake. Hmm.

(sighs)

I'm sorry. I know
I should've told you.

But I thought if it got out
I'd swatted her--

I know it sounds crazy, but, I swear,
I loved my wife.

-And I would never, ever do anything--
-Oh, damn it!

-I'm sorry.
-Well, never mind sorry.

First you lean on me. Then you sit on me.
Now you hang your coat on me.

It's like I'm not even there,
for God's sake.

You're not there sometimes, Mr. Cage.
I don't see you. And--

What do you mean,
you don't see me?

When I slapped my wife,
I thought she was a mosquito.

When I leaned on you in the witness room
and just now,

I thought
you were a coatrack.

-I beg your pardon?
-I wish I could explain it.

Sometimes you look
like a coatrack to me.

Just like Janet looked like
a soccer ball that day.

How long
has this been going on?

About a year.

Sometimes I look at people,

and I see inanimate objects,
or-or-or, um--

Wh-Why didn't you tell
somebody?

It's hard enough to sell the idea
that I saw my wife as a soccer ball.

That I also saw her as a bug,
or people as coatracks--

(mutters)

Now, you've been treated
thus far by psychiatrists?

(exhales)
Yes.

I think it's time you saw
a neurologist.

♪ Love, love, love ♪

♪ Love, American style ♪

♪ Truer than
the red, white and blue ♪

♪ Love, American style ♪

♪ That's me and you ♪

-♪ And on a star-spangled night my love ♪
-♪ My love, come to me ♪

♪ You can rest your head
on my shoulder ♪

♪ Upon the dawn's early light
my love ♪

♪ I will defend
your right to cry ♪♪

-(cheering)
-(bonnie) This is one great crowd!

You guys ready
for some music?

♪ Here's the story
of a lovely lady ♪

♪ Who was bringing up
three very lovely girls ♪

♪ All of them had hair of gold
like their mother ♪

♪ The youngest one in curls ♪♪

Isn't it great to be
in a bar in Boston?

(music ends)

-(Cheers Theme plays)
-Oh, speaking of bars in Boston.

♪ Making your way
in the world today ♪

♪ Takes everything you got ♪

♪ Taking a break from all your worries
sure would help a lot ♪

♪ Wouldn't you like
to get away ♪

Everybody!

♪ Sometimes you want to go ♪

♪ Where everybody
knows your name ♪

-Are you for real?
-She's good.

-♪ And they're always glad you came ♪♪
-(music ends)

-How about this one?
- Welcome Back, Kotter Theme plays)

♪ Welcome back ♪

♪ Your dreams were
your ticket out ♪

♪ Welcome back ♪

♪ To that same old place
that you laughed about ♪

Help me out, sir.

♪ Well, the names have all changed
since you hung around ♪

♪ But those dreams have remained
and they've turned around ♪

♪ Who'd have thought
they'd need you ♪

-Well, I can see we're in the right room.
-♪ Back here ♪♪

Everybody happy?

-Everybody on this one.
-♪ Sunday, Monday, happy days ♪

♪ Tuesday, Wednesday
happy days ♪

♪ Thursday, Friday,
happy days ♪

♪ The weekend comes
My cycle hums ♪

♪ Ready to race to you ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

All right, I admit it.
The woman knows how to work a room.

Yes, it's so difficult
to get Elaine to sing.

♪ Please be mine ♪♪

-(switch clicks)
-(gasps) Why is the spotlight on me?

Oh, I'm sure
there's a good reason.

-♪ How will you make it on your own ♪
-(crowd gasping)

Oh, God.

♪ This world
is awfully big ♪

♪ And, girl, this time
you're all alone ♪

♪ Well, it's time
you started living ♪

♪ It's time you let
someone else do some giving ♪

♪ Love is all around
No need to waste it ♪

♪ You can have the time
Why don't you take it ♪

♪ You might just
make it after all ♪

♪ You're gonna make it
after all ♪♪

-(music ends)
-(cheering, applause)

(horn honks)

(sighs)
I'm sorry.

I-I should have interviewed the neighbor.
I-I wasn't prepared.

He has
a degenerative tumor...

in the visual part
of his brain.

It can be removed.

It's likely benign.
And he should be okay.

But, to him,

his wife really did
look like a soccer ball.

And... I was a coatrack.

Call.

-(door opens)
-Two pair.

-Ha!
-(groans)

You're hustling me.

Hey.
What's goin' on?

She's kicking my butt.
That's what's goin' on.

Where's Bonnie?

Bonnie was such a smash that they held her
over for a late show.

You know, she would be
a big hit in Boston.

What about our slumber party?

Oh, well,
she-she'll be back.

Just later.

Right.

Well, this gives you and I
time to spend together.

-Get to know each other.
-Great.

Uh, so, tell me
about yourself.

Just don't tell me
you're a nightclub singer.

(chips rattling)

(footsteps approaching)

-Good morning.
-Morning.

-Is Maddie up?
-Not yet. Coffee?

-Uh, it's right there.
-Oh.

The second show
was even better.

I had them freak dancing
to "Green Acres."

And I thought
Cleveland was nuts.

1:00 a.m. Place is packed. They're singing
"Flipper." You should've been there.

I want Maddie
to live with me.

Sorry?

I want her.

Right.

No, I'm-I'm serious.

Bonnie, uh, a child needs
her mother home at night,

not in, uh, Cleveland.

First of all,
that's not fair.

And second,
I am home most nights.

Not since your new act took off.

Since New Year's,
you've been working nonstop.

Eventually, I'll settle into a decent
schedule. But right now--

You're still trying
to make it.

I understand.

But I--I think I can provide
a--a better home for her.

And-And I want her.

It's an extremely rare phenomenon,
but it has happened.

Where people
don't recognize faces?

Not just that they don't
recognize them,

but the faces look like
specific inanimate objects.

Oliver Sacks wrote of a patient
who mistook his wife for a hat.

Mr. Willis-- He evidently mistook
his for a soccer ball.

Well, is it dementia, Doctor?

Not at all, which would explain why
his behavior was otherwise normal.

The scans show his temporal lobes
to be intact.

But the lesions in the left hemisphere
affect his ability to visualize--

particularly his ability
to visualize faces.

-But why a soccer ball?
-We can't really explain it.

The parietal lobes of the brain basically
make judgments

about what the eyes are seeing.

The tumor here is so
compromising that judgment,

he thinks he sees
different things sometimes.

In his wife's case,
a soccer ball.

ATTORNEY: This happens to everybody
with this kind of tumor?

DOCTOR:
No, it's exceptionally rare.

There have only been
a few documented cases.

How many
documented cases, Doctor?

I believe about four or five.

What is the likelihood that he was seeing
a soccer ball when he looked at his wife?

Well, it's hard
to quantify that.

One in 10?
One in a hundred chance?

One in a thousand chance?
One in a million?

I suppose it would be
around one in a million.

Thank you.

-But it's not about what you want.
-Or you.

Her father just died.
She needs stability.

Which you don't give her...

staying out past midnight
singing "Flipper."

You don't know me
well enough to make--

-Why do you think that she came here?
-To meet her genetic parents.

You never heard of adopted kids
seeking out--

You told me yourself...

that you thought it was
a cry for help.

-I said attention. There's a difference.
-Oh, come on, Bonnie.

You are a struggling
nightclub singer.

And you're a lawyer.
I know what kind of hours...

-you put in.
-I can be home every night by 6:00.

Come on, Ally. You're just gonna change
your life, just like that?

-I am desperate to change my life. Yes.
-Maddie doesn't even know you.

Nor do I know her, but I know a daughter
needs to be with her mother,

and I am the mother,
and you are the aunt.

A genetic relationship...

does not make a parent, Ally,
and if you think that it does--

-I didn't say that.
-Yes, you did.

(sighs)
Okay, let's not say things...

that we're gonna
end up regretting.

This should be about
what's best for her.

Yeah, the fact that I-I'm not emotionally
connected

might actually make me
more objective.

And less informed.
Trust me.

(sighs)

Ally, you have
absolutely no idea.

Being her genetic mother
doesn't make me a parent.

I get that.
But it's also not meaningless.

That's why so many adopted kids
seek out their birth parents--

because it means something.

And it means something to Maddie.
She showed up here.

And she did
ask me to take her.

-What do you mean, I can't close?
-Look.

-I'm just suggesting maybe--
-Why?

It's my case.
I have a rapport with the jury.

-Richard, we have a chance here.
-Exactly.

-This is a murder trial.
-Thank you for that insightful commentary.

You yourself have always maintained the
lawyer who tries the case should close.

-So how's this different?
-Richard, you're--

(sighs, stammers)

-(hums)
-Yeah, well, easy for you to say.

It's not easy
for me to say.

Because I love you.

You're gay?

-(stammering)
-No, John, John-- No, no--I--

-I support your right to choose--
-I'm not gay.

I'm trying to say I love you.
You're my best friend.

-So this is difficult for me to say.
-Wh-What?

You have no business
being in a courtroom, Richard.

You're a fine office manager.

Your employees
are devoted to you.

But as a litigator,
you are a joke.

And it would be
irresponsible of you...

to give the closing when
a man's life is on the line.

And here one is.

You know, John,
you're a funny little man.

Okay--Let's not be
turning this personal.

You turned it personal!
You called me a joke!

You know, I-I know
you derive...

a lot of your esteem from being this
magical little trial attorney.

Maybe the idea that I could be
good at it threatens you.

That is not what this is about!

It's my client, my case, my trial,
and I will give the closing!

You were planning
to introduce this.

You're a lousy
trial lawyer, Richard!

I need to prepare
my closing now, John,

so why don't you
scurry off into your hole.

(door slams)

It's not so much I want
to leave Bonnie as--

As what?

I kind of want
to get her back.

What do you mean,
you want her back?

MADDIE: Well, she was like my best
friend before Daddy died.

We'd go shopping.
We'd have sleepovers.

It was always fun for me to be with her,
and for her to be with me.

Now it's different.

It has to be
different, honey.

A parent has to be a parent.

There's gonna be rules
and--and discipline.

I know you know that.

It's hard for her, Victor.

It's too much work.

I hear her cry at night.

VICTOR: Well, that's when grown-ups
do most of their crying--

at night.

I want her to have the life she wants--
the life she planned.

I'll be happier that way,
and so will she.

Look at me, honey.

Do you really think
you want to live with Ally?

I don't know.

But I have a good feeling
about her.

And I also feel--

You also feel what?

She really wants me.

(dice fall on board)

Well, I-I think
that we should talk to her.

You can't possibly think
this should be her decision.

I think that we should know
what she's feeling.

Well, we just heard her
feelings, didn't we?

Is there any harm
in talking to her?

Ally, you don't have anything to lose.
I do.

I love her.

And I think I've done
a pretty good job of being--

I'm not judging you.

But I can't help but think that Maddie
came to see me for a reason,

and I am ready for this.

A-Are you?

You're a single person with a lifestyle
that makes it all but impossible--

It's not impossible.

And for all I know,
you could be an ax murderer.

Oh, well, see, you know
I'm not an ax murderer,

because Maddie told me that you had
a P.I. check me out.

Now, why did you do that?

Why did you do that if you weren't
prepared

for the possibility of me
parenting her?

Because I knew she'd want
to visit you.

I think you could make
for a great mother.

But at this point in your life,
your-your career--

Be honest.

-(sighs)
-ATTORNEY: One in a million.

Those are the odds that he actually saw
a soccer ball...

instead of his wife.

Those are the odds
their own expert gave.

One... in a million.

Come on. His wife had an affair.
He killed her.

And his excuse is the one-in-a-million
chance...

that he confused her
for an inanimate object.

Please.
He killed her.

And his defense is
as desperate as he is guilty.

When Janet Willis
first met my client,

she wasn't interested,
really.

She dated him
just for kicks.

-(gasps)
-That's what she said.

Then as she became interested,

she asked herself
all the usual questions--

"Does he make
a good living?

Does he want children?
Will he be a good father?"

Well, she neglected
to ask herself,

"Will he confuse my head
for a soccer ball?"

'Cause that could never happen, could it?
But it did.

Kendall Willis
developed a brain tumor...

in his parietal lobe, which caused him
to see things that weren't there.

Unbelievable?
Almost.

Impossible? No.

It's happened
on rare occasions.

As Dr. Ober testified to,

Oliver Sacks
once treated a man...

who thought his wife
was a hat.

The prosecution says
this is all far-fetched.

And you know what?
It is.

Sometimes the truth
is stranger than fiction.

Can we positively know what
Kendall Willis was seeing?

Of course not.

None of us ever have or will
walk a mile in his cleats.

But here's something
we do know.

Here's what is impossible,
ladies and gentlemen.

You can't
fake a brain tumor.

I feel weird
having to make a choice.

Oh, we're-we're not
asking you to do that.

You're asking me
what I think, Ally.

No, we want to know
what you feel.

How I feel?

I feel like there's a hole.

A hole?

Yeah. I never had a mom,
you know?

When Daddy was alive,

I always felt a hole,
I guess.

Not knowing who you were.

Something was missing.

And when he died,
the hole got bigger.

And now--

Can I talk to Ally alone?

Sure.

Are you ready for this?
Really?

Not only
am I ready for this,

but you just answered my question
as to why I'm so ready for this.

You know, I've always had
a hole, too, Maddie.

And I always thought that it was gonna be
filled up with a man.

And yet I could never
picture him.

Well, maybe the man
turned out to be you.

Maybe
it's-it's been you.

And I-I know that this
sounds crazy,

but it's as if I have always known
that you were out there.

Well, it's as if
a part of me just knew.

And now it just-- It just makes so much
sense that you're here.

Oh, if you only knew how much money I've
spent at therapists...

trying to figure out
who is that guy and--

And now it turned out that the guy
is a 10-year-old girl.

And she's home.

Would I call you "Mom"?

(chuckles)
I don't--I--

I don't think I've quite earned that,
so why don't we start off with--

-Step-thing.
-Ally?

Ally.

♪ Ain't it funny how you're
walkin' through life ♪

♪ And it turns on a dime ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I was missing you
crazy, baby ♪

-♪ Are you really mine ♪
-♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪♪

Can't he just
read it out loud?

The foreman gets to announce the verdict,
Richard.

-Just a new thing they're trying.
-JUDGE WALSH: Mr. Foreman,

has the jury reached
its verdict?

-We have, Your Honor.
-(chairs scrape ground)

This is where
he'll tell us.

What say you?

In the matter of the Commonwealth
versus Kendall Willis,

on the charge of murder
in the first degree,

we find the defendant
not guilty.

-Ladies and gentlemen of the jury--
-Yes!

-this concludes your service.
-Winning streak extended to one.

-(gavel raps)
-Thank you, Richard. Thank you very much.

-Good luck with the surgery, Kendall.
-Thank you.

-Thank you, John. Thank you as well.
-It's my pleasure.

-Just a second.
-Yes.

I'm no expert on
how to live life, but, uh,

if one were in the habit of, uh,
mistaking people for inanimate objects,

should he see a ball
lying on the beach,

probably best not to run up and kick it,
don't you think?

Especially if one were to be having
marital difficulties with that ball.

Yeah, just a thought.

♪♪

♪ How lucky can one guy be ♪

♪ I kissed her
and she kissed me ♪

♪ Like the fella once said ♪

♪ Ain't that
a kick in the head ♪

♪ The room was
completely black ♪

-Richard?
-John?

I still feel estranged.

Gee.

I apologize
for doubting you.

And I want you to know,
I feel you tried an exceptional case.

(chuckles)
Right.

I do, Richard.
You really were great.

-I was?
-Indeed.

Well, you tumbled
the brain thing.

But you tried the case.
You secured his acquittal.

And I must say,

this sudden dash for
the end zone of maturity--

I salute you.

I was looking for some
forward progress, that's all.

Indeed. Again--

♪ Oh, ain't that a kick ♪

♪ Tell me quick ♪

♪ Ain't that a kick
in the head ♪♪

Trial basis.
We'll just see, okay?

We'll see each other
all the time.

I know, I know.

And you're gonna get bookings here
in Boston, 'cause they loved you.

Yeah.

I'm addin' a new song
to my act.

-You guys want to hear it?
-Sure.

Okay.

I got so many requests for it
last night, I thought--

♪♪

♪ Hello, world Here's a song
that we're singin' ♪

♪ Come on, get happy ♪

-You know it?
-The Partridge Family.

(chuckles)

♪ We had a dream we'd go
travelin' together ♪

♪ Somethin' always happens ♪

♪ Whenever we're together ♪♪

If you think I'm agreeing to this
because I don't want you--

I know it isn't that.

I'll have her clothes sent.

-Mmm. Mmm.
-And, um--

(sighs)

-This is a trial.
-Mmm-hmm.

And, um, maybe I'll get an apartment
here or something.

Bonnie, this isn't good-bye.
It's just--

You know, we're gonna be
in New York in two weeks.

And you're gonna come here,
and we're gonna go there.

And you're gonna get bookings
because they loved you. And--

Yeah, I better get out of here
while I still can.

-I'll talk to you later.
-Yeah. Okay.

(mouths words)

-(door closes)
-Now what?

Now I show you your room.

WOMAN:
You stinker!