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[telephone ringing]

That's a shredder.

Don't ever put
your hand in it.

And, ah, this is
the copy machine.

W-- whenever you got something

and-- and you want more,
it makes 'em.

It's so big.

You want to see something funny?

Alright now, put
your hand right there.

And when I tell you to, push,

but-- but not right now.
Just a second.

I've got to
close my eyes.

Okay, now, push.

[Alice laughs]

Look.

It-- it copied me. [laughs]

Whoa, that's silly!

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Moving forward, as you all know,
we've tendered an offer

to Abby Perkins
to return as an associate.

Leland and I are meeting
with her tomorrow, and we hope

to have her answer by the end of
the week. Meyer vs. Meyer.

Roxanne's deposition is today,
I'm deposing Big Dave tomorrow.

I thought the judge
threw you out on this.

Well, he said I could
participate in the discovery,

so I'm okay for now.
I'm hoping we settle.

Brackman: Yes, well I see you've
booked the conference room

at 10:30 for tomorrow's
deposition.

And, Mr. Rollins,

who suddenly decided
to represent Diana Moses

in her divorce pro bono,

without getting an authorization
from a partner first,

has also booked the conference
room for tomorrow morning.

It's 9:30 settlement,
the conference will be done

before Arnie's deposition,
Douglas. It's real simple.

Brackman: Yes, you told us
how simple it was.

So simple, she could
represent herself.

McKenzie: Alright, Douglas.

If Jonathan wants to give
Diana Moses

an hour or two, that's fine.
It speaks well for the firm.

Very well.
Turning to a new matter.

The Sensations vs.
The Sensations?

Oh, yeah, that's mine.
I'm representing The Sensations.

- You're kidding.
- I used to have all the albums.

- I wore out the grooves.
Kuzak: Yeah, well.

They're being sued
by the new Sensations.

Markowitz: What's the new
Sensations?

Kuzak: Well, the original group
retired

three years ago, and they passed

the baton on to younger singers.

Basically, they sold them

the trade name
and the performing rights.

But, the new guys have revamped

the music beyond recognition
and the old guys are mad.

They want to go out on the road,
do the songs

the way
they're supposed to be done.

Oh, no, dueling do-wops.

Exactly. So the new guys are
trying to enjoin the old guys

from performing saying that if
the original group goes back

into business, no one's gonna
wanna see the subs.

They're right.

Brackman: Well, I certainly
can't wait

to see how it works out.

Moving on.

Quintana Brewery, Inc.
vs. Gatling Distributors.

No settlement.
Trial starts today.

I don't know, Victor,
how do you prove trade libel

when all they did
was repeat a rumor?

- They started the rumor.
- Even still.

They never
represented it as fact.

When you say, "We hear that
there's urine in the beer,"

people don't need proof
to stop drinking the stuff.

Gatling distributors
deliberately spread that rumor

to put Quintana out of business.
That's just about worked.

I tasted your
client's beer, Victor,

and frankly,
I believe the rumor.

McKenzie: Alright, Douglas.

The stuff is more yellow
than the other brands.

Hey, this isn't some
damn joke, Douglas.

Quintana might have to
shut down because of this,

putting over 1,200
people out of work,

almost every one of
them Mexican or Hispanic.

What's race got to do with it?

It has everything to do with it!

They didn't say this about
an English

or German beer,
because nobody would believe it.

But with Hispanics,
they figure it'll play.

"Well, Mexicans would
urinate in beer, wouldn't they?"

That's just like a Mexican,
I mean, if a guy speaks Spanish,

"He'd piss anywhere." Right?

Believe me Douglas, race has
something to do with it.

And I'm gonna nail him for it.

Whatever it takes,
I'm gonna get him.

Well... on that passionate note,

we're adjourned.

And, how much in debt were you
when you married my client?

Roxanne: I owed the IRS
about $14,000.

David Meyer paid this
off for you?

Yes.

Ganz: And after you got married,

he also bailed you out of
chapter

Thirteen bankruptcy, didn't he?

Yes, he did.

And now that you're
financially solvent,

you want a divorce, right?

I didn't marry him to make

myself financially solvent.

No, you married him
because you loved him, right?

Becker: Irrelevant.

You can finish the answer.

David and I had an understanding
when we got married.

Yes, you did
and part of that understanding

included sex on a regular basis,
didn't it?

We never actually discussed sex.

But, at the time of your
marriage you were having sex

on the average of two or three
times a week.

- Weren't you?
- Yes.

So it was likely that when
David Meyer married you,

he reasonably believed
he'd be having sexual relations

on a regular basis,
isn't that right?

Objection as to what
David Meyer may have thought.

A few months
after your marriage,

you stopped having sex with
him all together, didn't you?

What's the point
of all this?

The point is you never
intended to sustain

a physical
relationship with this man.

You went through the charade
of sex long enough

to solve your bank account
problems.

- That's crazy.
- Objection.

This marriage should be
annulled on grounds of fraud.

You tricked him into
becoming your husband.

That's it, we're done.

Ganz: I'm not finished
with my deposition.

Yes, you are Sheldon,
I not going to sit here

and let you badger
my client like this.

Ganz: I haven't even
begun on your client.

And if you walk out of here,
I'll haul your ass into court.

You'll be paying costs again,
plus sanctions.

Who do you think you're
threatening, Sheldon?

I have the right
to ask questions.

You have the right to
conduct appropriate discovery.

Anything else, and
we're out the door.

Fine.

Now, Mrs. Meyer,

while we're on the
subject of your honesty,

you were arrested for insider
trading, last year, weren't you?

[loud sigh]

My clients bought the sole
rights to the name, Judge,

together with a
non-compete clause.

Legally, they are
the Sensations.

- That's right.
- You know it.

And the defendants simply
cannot start performing again.

They want to perform
again, Your Honor,

because the plaintiffs
have completely

bastardized their music.

- That's right.
- Now-- now that's a lie.

Sit down, sir.

There is nothing in
the contract that

prohibits my clients
from stylizing their songs.

Stylizing?

They don't resemble us.

We don't want to resemble you.

Keep quiet, too.
You got a lawyer here.

Rice: Judge,
if they go out again,

billing themselves as
the original Sensations,

they will put my
clients out of business.

Now, we paid a $125,000

for the exclusive right
to be the Sensations.

And if they insist--

But they are supposed to do

the act just like the originals.

Judge, the changes were
made for economic survival.

If they do the act the old way,

they won't get bookings
and the act will die.

Your honor, may I
respectfully submit

that if they don't want
to be the Sensations,

then at least, let the
Sensations be the Sensations.

Right on.

- No.
- No way.

Alright, alright. Look...

With all due respect

for the national significance
of this issue...

- Let's settle this.
- We tried, Judge.

- They won't budge, Your Honor.
- Well, let me try.

I'll see counsel
in my chambers tomorrow at 2:00,

together with a member
of each group

who's authorized to
dispose of this thing.

Until then... goodbye.

Alright, then, Mr. Montoya,
could you tell us

how you got into
the beer business?

My wife's family ran
a small brewery in Chetumal.

Since they had no
American distributor

they offered me the chance.

How did it go, sir?

Stores couldn't
keep it in stock.

Bars were ordering
30 cases at a time.

I took out a loan, bought
a dozen new trucks.

Me, my wife, the children,

we were all working
15 hours a day.

It was unbelievable.

Were you ever approached by
Gatling breweries, Mr. Montoya?

Yes. Four men flew out
from New York.

I had them to dinner in my home.

They said they wanted
to buy my company.

I thanked them for their offer,

but I told them I was
not interested in selling.

What happened then, sir?

Oscar: About a month later,

a store manager told one of my
drivers

that he heard workers

at my brewery
were urinating in the beer.

Victor: What was
your reaction to that?

Oscar: That Sunday I went to

see the store manager and I

asked him directly
who told him that?

He said it was
the service rep for Gatling.

- Objection. Hearsay.
- Sustained.

Did you ever hear
this rumor again, sir?

Oscar: Yes, I heard it
almost every day.

And in less than two months,
our sales fell off so much

I couldn't make payroll.

And every time
we traced the rumor back

it led to someone who
worked for this man.

Objection, Your Honor. Hearsay.

[speaks in Spanish]

Mr. Rivera.

[speaks in Spanish]

Judge Travelini: Gentlemen...

[speaks in Spanish]

Judge Travelini: Both of you,
approach the bench.

[indistinct whisper]

This is not the U.N.

I do not have benefit of
simultaneous translation.

Now, you will conduct
yourselves appropriately,

and you will do it in English.

Step back.

Alright, Mr. Montoya,

did you ever hear this from
a Gatling employee yourself?

Yes, a friend of mine owns a bar

and I was there when
the Gatling rep showed up.

I can still hear his voice.

He said, "Mexicans
piss in Quintana.

They ran tests in Washington,
six and half percent urine."

I grabbed him and if my friend
hadn't stopped me

I would have killed him.

Thank you, sir.
I have nothing further.

Mr. Montoya...

- Have you ever spread a rumor?
- No, sir.

Rivera: If someone told you that
the chief of police

was a cocaine addict,

you wouldn't tell people what
you heard?

I wouldn't say it was true
unless I knew it was true.

That's not what
I asked you, sir.

What I asked you is,
would you repeat it?

Oscar: Well, then, let me
ask you a question.

As a Mexican, should I
have been any less insulted

because he was
just repeating this?

Wait a minute, what he said

wasn't about Mexicans,
it was about beer.

Only to someone like you.

I ask that the witness'
response be stricken.

You know, I feel sorry for you.

You work for Anglos.

And you will do anything
so they will accept you.

Well, the trouble is, mi amigo,

that to your client over there,

you will never be anything
but a spic with a law degree.

[indistinct whispers]

Now Diana's student loans
are all exclusively hers.

Daryl is asking only
token compensation

for his interest in the car.

Jonathan: How token?

- Four hundred dollars.
- Way high. Go on.

Continue.

All outstanding credit card
bills will be shared equally.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
there's a $1,200 charge made

after the separation that Diana
has nothing to do with.

Agnew: Well, I don't know
the details about that, but...

Well, your client knows
perfectly well the details.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about a vacation

in Mexico with your
girl of the moment

charged on a credit card
for the purpose

of rubbing your
estranged wife's nose in it.

Let's steer clear of
ascribing motives.

It's always a real
bucket of bait.

I didn't do anything
to hurt anybody.

Who are you, Jack? What do you
know about my marriage?

I know that by the way you
behave you shouldn't be planning

on coming out of this
with a neat little profit.

I relocated. I took a cut in pay
so she could go to law school.

Let's not re-write history, you
not only failed her financially,

you left her
at the first opportunity.

I don't want to
hurt Diana, buddy,

but I sure wouldn't mind
taking a piece out of you.

Business before pleasure,
Mr. Tyler.

Let me dismantle you at the
table before we step outside.

Hold it, I don't want
anybody dismantled.

- If Mr. Tyler thinks he's--
- Stop it!

This is exactly
what I didn't want to happen.

Jonathan, look,
even if you negotiated

everything over to
my side of the table,

I'm not going to
leave this room happy.

This is about losing.

Both of us losing.

Daryl, what if we let Jonathan
get Mr. Agnew

a cup of coffee
and you and I went for a walk.

Let's see if we could get
together

on some of these things.

Yeah. Okay.

This could be a mistake, Diana.

Well, it'll be my mistake,
not yours.

Before we talk about salary,

I need your commitment
that I'll be up

for partnership consideration
within four years.

McKenzie: You've got it.

I also want to be trying cases.

Maybe not all the time,
but I don't want to be

farmed out to corporate
second chairing Michael and Ann.

We have every intention of
utilizing

your trial skills, Abby.

Okay. Numbers.

- I want eigty-seven-five.
- That's too high.

Abby: Douglas, my practice
stands to yield between a 100

and a 140,000 this fiscal year.

That's gross, but
you're carrying overhead

malpractice insurance,
health and life insurance,

plus employee salaries
and benefits.

Even so, I'll still be
netting more than 87.5.

- I run a small shop.
- Precisely my point.

A firm this size can't possibly
show your profit margin.

This firm has a high overhead
of 14,000 per lawyer per month.

Douglas, you bill me out at
160 an hour, 2,000 hours a year.

Only 80% of which we'll
actually be able to bill.

What, with write-offs,
bad debts--

Abby: Wrong, you don't
write down my time.

I don't do pro bono work,
and that overhead figure

is padded because
it's completely unfair

to load the partners' perks

club memberships,
cars onto associates.

Yeah, Abby's points
are well taken, Douglas.

Abby: If you want more money,
raise my billing rate.

You can easily get
180 an hour for my time.

Well, I think we can live with
eighty-seven-five.

Good.
Then I accept.

McKenzie: Excellent.

- I trust we'll see you Monday.
- A week from Monday.

I need some time to close down
my practice, inform my clients.

Of course, you take
all the time you need.

Thank you, Leland.

Thanks, Douglas.

[telephone ringing]

Benny.

Hi. How are you?

- Hi, Abby. How are you?
- I'm fine. Guess what?

I'm gonna come back to
work at McKenzie Brackman.

You are?

We'll see each other every day,
just like we used to.

That's great.

Abby...

I have a new friend.

She's a girl.

Really?

Her name's Alice.

She has a chauffeur,

a-- and last week
she let me drive.

You drove a car?

Yeah.
In a big parking lot.

Don't tell anybody. [giggles]

Here-- here's a,
a picture of her.

- She seems very pretty.
- She is.

I-- I like her.

- Sheldon.
- Arnie.

- Hi, Dave.
- Arnie.

If you're ready, we can begin.

Stenographer: Raise your
right hand, please.

Do you swear the testimony
you're about to give,

is the truth, the whole truth.

- And nothing but the truth?
- I do.

Becker: Could you please state
your name and address?

You know my name, Arnie.
You know where I live.

State your name and
address for the records, sir.

You've been a guest
at my house for dinner.

David.

My name is David Meyer,
I live at 1426 Brookside Drive

in Encino, California.

Do you own the property
or do you rent?

I own it.

I bought it with my own money,

which, as I understand,
the law doesn't

necessarily entitle me
to enjoy the use of it.

If you could just answer
the questions, David,

and leave out your
interpretations of the law.

Makes perfect sense,
given the fact that

my interpretations in general
are so out of the mainstream.

Evidenced by my
obvious misinterpretation

of the word commitment
and how it should

accurately apply to marriage.

Further evidenced by
my skewed notion of friendship,

which would have
precluded the possibility

of you sitting across from
me in an adversary proceeding,

lying in wait to betray me.

Off the record.
Just for a second.

I'm sitting across from you
at this table because you chose

to make this an
adversarial proposition.

You're the one that hired this

bloodhound to tear
apart Roxanne...

Pardon me, Sheldon, that was a
professional compliment.

At your instruction, he's trying
to annul the marriage.

At your instruction, he's trying
to squash her like a roach.

Roxanne is a very important
person to me, David.

And if she needs my help,
make no mistake, she gets it.

If that means jeopardizing
my relationship with you,

I'll do it, if it
means getting ugly,

and dredging you through
the polluted sludge, I'll do it.

You and I may be friends, but
compared to my relationship

with Roxanne, that friendship
means almost nothing.

That said, if you would
just answer the questions

so we can carry on
with the deposition.

Okay. Fine, Arnie.

Ask your damn questions.

The thing is, judge,

The Sensations have
always stood for "smooth."

You hear us sing,
and you see us dance,

and you're gonna say "smoooth."

These guys, they take our songs

and put in this
ka-thunk, ka-thunk,

hop around all herky-jerky.

Herky-jerky? It's called rhythm.

Ha. When I step on bugs,
I got more rhythm.

Alright, gentlemen. Mr. Wiltern,
I take it you bought the rights

to the Sensations because
you wanted to do their act.

We do, judge, but that's not
enough for today's audience.

I mean, you have to give your
audience visuals.

Something to look at. This is
the age of MTV and high tech.

And a couple of shooby do-wops
just ain't gonna fill the halls.

They've abandoned the very style

they agreed to perpetuate,
Your Honor.

- What do you know?
- Mr. Wiltern.

Look at this guy, Judge.
He's white bread and no crust.

Wiltern: What do you
listen to, anyway, huh?

- Objection.
- What, the Osmonds?

- The Lettermen?
- Quiet, Mr. Wiltern.

What is wrong with the Osmonds?

I bet Wayne Newton
rings a bell for you.

Mr. Wiltern, I said
that's enough!

Your honor, this is
the same lack of respect

his group has showed
my client's music.

If anything,
we give them respect.

It just so happens people
like our versions better.

- You little punk!
Kuzak: Melvin.

Judge Vance: Mr. Redding!

You think people want to hear

that drively wahoo all day long?

- It's sugary puke!
- You're dead!

- Melvin, Melvin, sit down.
Judge: Both of you be quiet.

Or I'll hold you in contempt.

Now, I don't know
which version is what

or who's compromising who.

But, there's one
way I can find out.

Tomorrow afternoon, I want

both groups ready to sing
in my courtroom.

- What?
- Excuse me?

You heard me.

Kuzak:
You want them to sing in court?

That's exactly what I want.

You can do "Walking In
The Rain With My Baby."

That was always
one of my favorites.

But, that's crazy,
we need our band

and we have to bring
electricians.

We got a light show,
we use dry ice--

Forget it. You bring
your band and that's it.

No dry ice, no pyrotechnics.

The Sensations don't
sing in the daytime.

Mr. Redding, if you ever
want to be a Sensation again,

you will sing in my courtroom

at 3 o'clock tomorrow.

That's all.

How many stores do
you own, Mr. Perez?

Perez: I have eight in L.A. and
three in San Francisco.

And do you carry Quintana beer?

- Yes, I do.
- How's it doing these days?

Ever since the rumor,
I can't give it away.

Why do you think it
was the rumor that did it?

I asked the customers
point blank, that's how.

The same fraternity
boys that were buying it

ten cases at a time
wouldn't touch it.

They told me they liked their
beer without the Mexican mixer.

Now did you ever hear
an employee of Gatling breweries

say that Quintana
beer had urine in it?

Yes, I did.

Their regional sales rep
asked me why

I was giving any shelf
space at all to Quintana.

He said that brewery
workers hated Americans,

that they didn't urinate in the
beer that got sold in Mexico,

only what was shipped up here.

Thank you, Mr. Perez.
Nothing further.

Mr. Perez,

you've called for a boycott
by Hispanics

of all Gatling products.

The Gatling have
aligned themselves

against every one
of us, Mr. Rivera.

They need to know
that has its cost.

Gatling has sponsored a series
of Hispanic music festivals

and street fairs
that you yourself

helped to organize,
is that not correct?

Hispanics constitute
a big market for them.

- It was good for business.
- Then tell me, sir...

Why would they, go out of
their way to, in your own words,

"Align themselves against us?"

They counted on us
being complacent.

They counted on each of us
looking out only for ourselves.

Rivera: That doesn't answer
my question, sir.

But, tell me, other
than free publicity

for your convenience stores,
what do you want for?

Assuming facts not in evidence,
Mr. Rivera.

Talk to me, Mr. Sifuentes.
I'm the judge.

The objection is overruled.

Mr. Perez?

My friend, whatever
it is I'm out for,

unlike you, I'd never sell my
people out to get it.

[instrumental music]

I just thought before this thing
gets any more exacerbated,

we should just sit down
and see if we're at all close.

I said we'd listen to
your proposal and we will.

Okay, first up, automobiles.

The Mercedes goes to Roxanne.

All the remaining cars
will stay with David.

In lieu of any and
all spousal support,

she'll receive
50% of all revenues

inuring to David as a result
of the video.

Why don't you give her
50% of your take, Arnie?

She has no entitlement
to my earnings, David.

- She's not my wife.
David: Well, that's an easy fix.

Just ask her, I mean, you would
be glad to marry him.

- Wouldn't you, hon?
- David...

Is this not the man that you
would like to be wedded to?

I would appreciate an
instruction to your client

to behave constructively

as well as a reminder
to him that

my relationship with his wife

has nothing to do with the
relevance of this proceeding.

- The hell it doesn't.
- Alright, David.

You represent the image that
I cannot live up to, my friend.

You are the yardstick by which
we all measure my failures.

Don't tell me you are not
relevant to this proceeding!

You're hurt, Dave.
It's understandable.

But let's keep in mind this
is a settlement conference.

Emotion has no place here.
This is just about money.

What a coincidence.
So was our marriage.

- That's not fair.
Ganz: David.

Fair? Fairness is supposed
to factor into this some place?

No Dave, if it did,

she would be taking
a lot more than she is.

Legally she's entitled to
half of everything you made

during the marriage which would
include over a million bucks

derived from your
direct mail business.

Money which she's
voluntarily foregoing

in the interest of
an amicable settlement.

What a wonderfully
charitable person you are.

Becker: Dave, what is going on?

Are you trying to
drag this thing out?

Perpetuate whatever
you got left here?

Why don't you just
shut your mouth, Arnie?

- David--
- You shut up, too!

This is my marriage
being ripped apart here.

Mine!

If I wanna be difficult,

if I want to fight,

if I want to make some trouble,

then that is something
I'm entitled to.

I sign these papers...

and it is over.

Maybe I don't want it
to be over so fast.

It is over, David.

I'm sorry.

If I could talk myself
into this marriage

or talk myself into loving you,
I would, believe me.

But I can't do that,
no matter how painful this is,

no matter how much hurt there is

for both of us.

Nothing can change the fact

that this marriage is finished.

When this settlement
conference is over,

I walk out that door...

and out of your life forever.

If you never believed
anything I ever told you...

believe that.

Draw up the papers, and...

I'll sign anything you want.

[door opens]

I owe you an apology

for going after
your husband the way I did.

- No apology necessary.
- No, but there is, I just...

I-- I don't usually stink
like that.

You didn't stink, Jonathan.

And we settled everything,
so a good result came out of it.

Look, here's what's
going on. I-- I just...

I feel very protective of you.

You got this...

You affect me.

[laughs]

You affect me, too.

[instrumental music]

[moans]

It's too soon.

Too soon?

I've been fighting that
impulse for eight weeks.

It's not that
I'm not interested.

Okay, listen...

you set the pace.

I am the original
slow dancer.

Okay.

Okay.

[Sensations singing "Walking In
The Rain With My Baby"]

♪ Walking in the rain
with my baby ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Holding her
soft hand in mine ♪

♪ She's mine ♪

♪ The raindrops are
falling for my baby ♪

♪ Drip, drip ♪

♪ I never knew
love was so fine ♪

♪ So fine ♪

♪ Walking in the rain
with my baby ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ I take her
in my sweet embrace ♪

♪ Embrace ♪

♪ I look in her eyes,
she's my baby ♪

♪ Peek-a-boo ♪

♪ I kiss the side
of her face ♪

I noticed the soothing nature
of the performance, Your Honor.

The Harmony blending
in with the movements.

Objection to that
characterization.

Sustained.

♪ She's the love of my life ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ She's my whole wide world ♪

♪ Walkin' for life
with my baby ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Never will we be apart... ♪♪

We've got trilogy here,
Your Honor. This is important.

Objection. It's redundant.

Exactly the cause of disinterest
in today's audiences.

- Move to strike.
- Alright. That's enough.

Stop the music.

Okay, I've seen them.

Very nice.

Uh, Mr. Rice, where
are your clients?

Right outside, Your Honor.
They like to make an entrance.

Never mind. Get them in here.

[drum music]

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Let's dance ♪

♪ Walkin' in the nude
with my lady ♪

♪ Naked lady ♪

♪ Her steamy wet skin
next to mine ♪

♪ She's all mine ♪

♪ Lyin' in the rain
makin' babies ♪

♪ Stick stick ♪

♪ Ooh, makin' love's so fine ♪

♪ Let's do it ♪

♪ Ugh, ugh, ugh ♪

♪ See the lady ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Ugh, ugh, ugh ♪

♪ She's my girl ♪

♪ Ugh, ugh, ugh ♪

♪ She's so sexy ♪

♪ Ugh, ugh, ugh ♪

♪ You know she rocks my world ♪

♪ Walkin' in the
nude with my lady... ♪♪

Smut! They're doing smut!

- Melvin.
- Mr. Redding, sit down.

Cheap, smutty trash!

Trash? That's art,
you senile goat.

- Kuzak: Objection, Your Honor.
- Everybody, quiet.

We want to start again, judge.
He interrupted us.

I said everybody keep quiet!

Okay. Now I've
heard both sides.

But we didn't even
get to the bridge!

Enough, Mr. Wiltern. I got
the thrust of your version.

I'll take this matter
under advisement

and give you my ruling tomorrow.

Man but we didn't even
get to the bridge.

Man, that ain't cool.

Mr. Gatling, was
this rumor originated

by anyone working for or
on behalf of your organization?

Not to my knowledge it wasn't.

If I found out it was someone
who worked for me,

I'd fire them so fast
their head would spin.

Did your company ever

deliberately
seek to spread the rumor?

Absolutely not. Anyone who knows
me knows I don't play that way.

This is a memorandum
you circulated?

Yes.

Rivera: Will you read it for us,
please?

"Some of you may be aware of
the rumors currently circulating

that Quintana beer contains
significant quantities of urine.

Please be advised
that at present

this appears wholly
unsubstantiated."

Thank you, sir.

I have no further questions.

What made you circulate
that memo, Mr. Gatling?

I think it's pretty
self-explanatory.

We didn't want our people
spreading false rumors.

Last year, sales
for Quintana beer

increased nearly 230% while
Gatling sales dropped 10%.

I'm well aware of that.

Sifuentes: At the annual sales

meeting, you said, and I quote,

"We are going to
swarm on Quintana.

We are going to send
them back to old Mehico...

with their tails
between their legs."

Just a little inspirational
rhetoric, Mr. Sifuentes.

That's what sales
meetings are for.

After that kind of inspiration,

how did you think your employees
would interpret that memo?

Didn't need interpreting.
It meant just what it said.

Oh, come on, Mr. Gatling,
you knew your people would do

exactly what they did,
go after Quintana

by maligning
the dirty Mexicans who make it.

Objection, Mr. Sifuentes doesn't
like the witness' answer.

- So he makes up one of his own.
- Sustained.

You're not gonna hang
that on me, counselor.

We employ thousands of
Hispanics all over the country.

I'm sure you do, sir.

You even got yourself
one for a lawyer.

Tell us, though...

who's this gentleman
sitting on his left?

- Objection.
- Actually, Rob...

I'd like to answer that.

His name is Geoffrey Norman,

and he's assisting Mr. Rivera.

Only he is not with
Mr. Rivera's firm, is he?

He's with Hardwick and
Spencer in New York.

And he's not exactly assisting
him, he's actually

out here to supervise him.

That's irrelevant to this trial.

Judge Travelini: Yes,
it is irrelevant.

Mr. Sifuentes, get off it.

I just want to say...

we engaged Robby Rivera

because he's a hell of
a good lawyer. Period.

- Ever engage Robby before now?
- No.

And the fact that he is
representing you in this case

has nothing at all to do
with his being Hispanic?

- That's right.
- Uh-huh.

Thank you, Mr. Gatling.

Nothing further.

What's the matter, Victor?

You decide that you can't
win on the facts?

I think I can win on the facts.

Then why the attitude?

Why the insults, the disrespect?

Is that trial strategy
or something?

No, man. I wish it was.

You're wearing $800 suits.

- You're wearing $300 shoes.
- Come on.

Who's your patron?
What do you do for a living?

When someone sticks
a knife into Chicano ribs,

I don't sign on
to be the one who twists it.

Forget that Chicano stuff,
man, would you?

This is personal,
between you and me.

Who you are is personal.

The Chicano stuff,
that's personal!

Victor, back at
the P.D.'s office,

we used to get each other
through. You left, I left.

You moved out of east L.A.,
I moved out of east L.A.

With the stuff that
happened to me,

you were right there.

How can you-- how can you
turn on me like this?

Well, what do you want me to
say, Roberto?

You want me to say it's alright?
It's not alright!

I say it's alright.

I say that I can do what any
white, Anglo,

wall street lawyer can do.
You gonna tell me I can't?

Yes. In this instance, I'm
gonna tell you you can't.

We're not cholos
anymore, Victor.

You get it? Cut that loose!

You're the one who seems
to be ashamed of it, Roberto.

You cut it loose.

You cut it loose.

[knocking on the door]

I'm sorry.

I didn't get your
message until just now.

A matter of
unprofessional behavior

has caused us some
concern, Jonathan.

- Whose behavior?
Brackman: Yours.

What?

As you know, this firm
has a longstanding policy

against fraternization
between clients and coworkers.

Fraternization?

We have reason to believe

your relationship with Ms. Moses

has taken an amorous turn.

And you object to that?

There's good reason
for objection, Jonathan.

Yes. Ms. Moses is
an entry-level employee.

You are an associate.

The potential for exploitation

should be apparent.

Do you think
I'm exploiting Diana Moses?

Well, I'm sure it's
not your intention, but...

any subordinate is vulnerable.

Brackman: It's for your
own good as well.

Sometimes the underling
takes advantage.

No, no, I understand.

And in terms of the big picture,
you need a policy like this.

Somebody looking at
this firm from the outside,

not knowing the
personalities involved,

might not understand,
say, a Stuart and Ann.

As a matter of fact,

we had just such
a cautionary chat

with the two of them
when they got together.

Sure, and there are people
who are always going to object

to Arnold Becker's
fraternizing with clients

or, maybe, another
partner's liaison

with the granddaughter
of a client.

But when I look
at the individuals

who make up this firm,

I'm proud to say I see people
whose judgment I trust.

I'd like to think these people
also trust my judgment.

Look, it's-- it's obvious you
take your

relationship with
Ms. Moses seriously.

I wouldn't assume that,
right now the only thing

you can assume about
my relationship with Ms. Moses

is that it will never be
any of your business.

If you'll excuse me.

Mr. Redding and fellow
members of the original group,

as I see it, you sold your
trade name to the plaintiffs

so that the Sensations could
live on through time.

- That's right.
- But times change, gentlemen.

People, as well
as singing groups,

who want to keep up
with the times,

have to be willing
to change, too.

Yet, while you want the act
to go on in perpetuity,

you forbid the plaintiff's
from making changes

to accommodate
contemporary audiences.

That's totally unreasonable.

They have to be able
to make adjustments

to keep the act
fresh and viable.

But, gentlemen,
the adjustments you made...

You may be good, but
you're not The Sensations.

That's right.

If your version of "Walkin'
in the rain with my baby"

is any indication, I can
only shudder to think

of what you've done to
"Bopping All Night With Betty."

Judge Vance: Now you have
a huge following, I know,

and I don't want
to kill your show,

but I also know
that the defendants

had something different in mind

when they sold you their name.

That's right.

And since I find the acts

so distinct,

I don't see that
their performing

would cause you
irreparable harm.

Therefore, I am going to deny

the plaintiffs' motion
for injunctive relief.

Congratulations. That's great.

Your honor, with two groups
using the same name,

people are going
to get confused.

Believe me, Mr. Rice, nobody
is gonna confuse these two acts.

You can argue your claim
for money damages in trial,

but the injunction is denied,

and this matter is adjourned.

I look forward to seeing you
fellows in a lounge near me.

- Alright, Your Honor.
- You got it.

And I'll send my kids
to see you.

[indistinct chattering]

My client believed
in the American dream.

Until a year ago, he actually
thought he was living it.

He risked everything.

He worked hard.

He made an unknown
beer named Quintana

the fastest growing
beer on the market.

Now, a huge
corporation like Gatling

wasn't about to make way
for an Oscar Montoya, though.

Victor: When they couldn't buy
him, they decided to break him.

All they would have
to do is tell a lie.

You see, sometimes if you
tell a lie often enough,

it really doesn't matter
whether or not it's not true.

And Gatling went about it

with all the
mass-marketing skill

they use to sell their beer.

They knew that
people in this country

always suspected
Mexicans were different.

That we are capable
of all kinds of things.

I mean, what kind of people...

can squat down in a field
all day and pick lettuce?

What kind of people...

would stuff themselves
into the back of a truck

just to cross a border?

That's got nothing
to do with this case.

Sit down, Mr. Rivera.

Seventeen Mexicans dead
from the heat...

just so they could be
busboys in America.

What kind of people
would do that?

Now you may ask yourselves, why

would a giant corporation like
Gatling deliberately

pander to prejudice and bigotry?

There is one simple answer
for that, ladies and gentlemen,

to sell more beer.

You see, that is
all the reason they ever need.

Judge Travelini: Mr. Rivera?

You ever show anybody
your tattoo, Victor?

I never show anybody mine.

I moved into a nice
neighborhood, man.

Really.

I-- it's hard to believe
sometimes.

Everybody always
figured guys like us

would either wind up in prison
or dead by the time we hit 30.

And look at us now.
What a country.

I have a guy...
who cuts my grass. [chuckles]

He's the same age as my father.

I call him Jose.

He calls me Señor Rivera.

[softly laughs]

What a country this is.

One thing you've got to know
about Hispanic people,

who live here, though...
we rip each other up.

Your Honor, may I have moment
to confer with counsel?

Why don't you just take over?

I was never supposed to
be the lawyer anyway, right?

Right... amigos?

Mi compadres?

I was supposed to be a busboy.

Those wetbacks who
died in that truck?

One of them was my cousin...

Jesus.

I went to Calexico
to identify the body.

Remember, Victor?

When I got back,

I cried in your arms.

Your Honor, may I
approach the bench?

Yes, Mr. Norman.

He's your lawyer, Mr. Gatling.

Like the man said,

I'm just a spic
with a law degree.

Judge Travelini: Mr. Rivera.

[melancholic music]

Gentlemen, clearly I can't
now send this case to jury.

If you're unable to settle it, I
will have to declare a mistrial.

Sifuentes:
That's fine, Your Honor.

A second trial will generate
more publicity than the first.

What are you looking for,
Mr. Montoya?

I need two million just
to hold off my creditors.

Gatling: What else?

An apology and a public
statement from you, sir.

[inhales deeply]
You got it.

Plus, whatever it costs to
stay in business for one year.

- That's a blank check.
- No, it's not.

They're all fixed costs.

Until Quintana's
back in the black,

Gatling covers all
operating expenses.

That way, Oscar at least
has a chance to turn it around.

With all due respect,
that sounds like welfare.

Sifuentes: Really, is that what
it sounds like to you?

- Sifuentes: Mr. Norman?
- You're damn right.

No offense, but
under those terms,

Oscar could stay in bed all day,

he could send his company
to hell in a hand cart

plunder it for
any liquid assets,

and Gatling would
have to pick up the tab.

Have I done anything to indicate
this is something I would do?

It's something you could do.

Mr. Gatling, you've
heard the terms

on which I will settle.

There will be no negotiation.

No negotiation's necessary,
Mr. Montoya.

Have your attorney
draw up the papers.

Man: Be careful.
Woman: Well, here he is.

Woman: Mr. Gatling?
Man: Mr. Gatling.

We'll hold a formal press
conference tomorrow.

but, right now, I just
want to say that my friend

Mr. Montoya here sells beer

100% unadulterated beer
from our neighbor to the south.

And if somebody tells you
any different, they're a liar.

My company has always viewed
the Hispanic community

as a tremendous asset
to our great nation.

Uh, we've enjoyed
a fruitful partnership

with them in the past
and I wanna see it

continue into the future.

The Gatling brewery
stands committed

to all minorities
in this country.

We view this settlement

as a means of reaffirming
that commitment,

as well as our proud tradition.

David, what are you doing here?

I just wanted to talk
to you for a minute.

I think we covered
everything yesterday, David.

I know.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

About... yesterday.
About everything.

You don't have to apologize.

Things just didn't work out.

I'll be out of the house
by the end of the week.

Oh, that's okay.

Take as much time as you need.

[chuckles]

We're both better off this way.

Oh, you're probably right.

We'll enjoy being
single for a while.

Right.

We'll meet people.

Maybe we'll even fall in love.

It's all true,

what you're saying.

In the long run, splitting up

is probably the healthiest
thing we could do.

It's still sad.

Well...

it's just that...

I have all these
snapshots in my head.

And there's one of you...

standing by a window
in the hotel room.

There's one of you...

laughing at a comedian on TV.

There's...

one of you opening a letter

the first time
it hit me that...

both our mail came
to the same address.

I just have this feeling
that I'm stuck

with these snapshots
for the rest of my life.

I have snapshots, too, David.

Yeah.

Look...

chances are that, uh...

we're never gonna
be friends, you and me.

Years from now, you might barely
remember being married at all.

Every once in a while, though,
you will... remember...

something about
whatever it is we had.

I would just like
to think it's possible that

you might remember
something good.

[crickets chirping]

I would like
the same for you.

Goodbye, Roxanne.

Goodbye, David.

[footsteps receding]

[theme music]