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My apologies to all.

I'm afraid
we rather underestimated

the traffic congestion
here in Los Angeles.

- Judge 1: Sir Nigel.
- Yes, my lord. At your service.

Would you mind telling me
what that is you're wearing?

It would be my genuine pleasure.

This, for all
who be so curious,

is the appropriate garb
of a Queen's Counsel.

And?

A Queen's Counsel's
what I am, m'lord.

[chuckles lightly]

[clears throat]

In my chambers, Queen's Counsel.

It is an American courtroom,
Sir Nigel.

That it is, but I am,
in all respects, an Englishman.

[laughing] Well, what does that
got to do with anything?

Oh, sir, but you've been so kind
as to grant me

status pro hac vice
that I might represent

my client in your court.

The wig and gown
serve only to remind

the jury that I am indeed
a foreigner.

Well, why do they
need to be reminded of that?

Well, during
the course of the trial,

I might demonstrate
some ignorance

of your laws and customs.

And I wouldn't want that to be
taken as contempt or disdain.

It could inure to the prejudice
of my client.

Well, your client
bulldozed Walt Brown's

family business into bankruptcy.

- Oh, come on.
- No.

I don't want that undermined
by the

appropriate garb
of a Queen's Counsel.

I take it you object
to the wig, Mr. Kuzak?

Yes, sir. I do.

And I object to the robe.

The garb comes off, Sir Nigel.

- My lord, I --
- Overruled.

Two o'clock this afternoon
and wear a suit.

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[theme music]

Uh, we're running behind, so
let's speed things up a little.

Michael, what's happening
with the candy-bar case?

Testimony begins today. Hoping
to get a verdict by end of week.

Very good, and, Rosalind,
how goes

the savings and loan purchase?

Contracts are drawn. Abby and I
meet with the client tomorrow.

- Brackman: Excellent.
- Which brings up a problem.

My office is being painted
this week,

which means I am homeless
for the meeting.

I really hate to think of the
three of us sitting in here.

Why don't you use Ann's office?

- Don't you think she'll mind?
- No, it'll be no problem.

Brackman: Great.
And there's more good news.

Kosar Industries, after
getting slammed by the IRS,

has retained us
to handle the appeal,

which is major litigation,
people.

Alright!

After discussion with Michael,

it's been decided
that this matter

would best be prosecuted
by Stuart Markowitz.

- Me?
- Why not?

You've been
doing great in court

and besides, it's a tax matter.

I get to do
an appeals court argument?

Well, if you don't
want it, I can--

No, I want it, I want it!
This is unbelievable.

- I want it, Leland.
- Okay!

And lastly, as you all know,
on Thursday, February first,

Arnold's name will be
added to the firm's name.

You can all expect
new stationery

bearing the new name
of "McKenzie, Brackman,

Chaney, Kuzak and Becker."

Alright, Leland, you got
the note about using

the ampersand before my name
as opposed to the word "And."

I think
it's a little more formal

and my publicist, she...

And this was not my idea,
believe me.

She thinks
it might be a good idea

to put out a press release.

She thinks it would
be a good opportunity

to generate some publicity
for the firm

and she would like
to set up a photo session

with all the partners.

What? This would be good
for the firm.

Then let's take a firm vote,
all those in favor

of the press release say "Aye."

Aye.

The nays have it.

I have to prepare
for a meeting.

[indistinct chatter]

IT must be pretty important if
you couldn't say on the phone.

I need help, Diana.

You're the only lawyer
I know and I...

- I'm in trouble.
- What's wrong?

[inhales sharply]
I hit a boy in my car.

Last night I was driving home
down Mulholland

and just at that bend
at Laurel Terrace...

He was on a bike.
And I... He swerved...

- Diana... I killed him.
- What?

He swerved
right into the oncoming lane.

I hit him dead on
at 50 miles an hour.

Oh, God!

Yeah. And, uh...

- I drove away.
- Excuse me?

I mean, I got out to see
if he was okay,

but his body had been knocked
way down into this ditch.

So, I went down the hill...

but he was dead.

I got back in my car
and I panicked.

You didn't report it to anybody?

Manny, you just left him there?

I know. I know.

This morning it was on
the news that he's missing.

His parents think he's been
abducted or something.

Diana, I don't know what to do.

[traffic bustling]

And, uh, what did you pay
Alan Scott

on execution of this contract?

$270,000, which
I had to borrow to get.

And in exchange for this
you got what?

The exclusive rights
to manufacture and market

Teddy Bars in the United States.

And Teddy Bars
is the defendant's candy?

Walt: Yes. They were
very big in England

and Mr. Scott wanted
to sample the US market,

so we entered into the contract.

And these candy bars
were also a big success here?

Huge success.

So much so,
that I had to expand.

I took out loans and sunk over

three million dollars
into the expansion.

- Now what happened next?
Walt: Well, Mr. Scott...

When he sees how
the west coast sales are going,

he offers to buy me out.

I said, "No" and I told him
about my expansion plans.

Then, he offers again.
This time he's not so polite.

I beg your pardon, it would seem
most inappropriate

for subjective commentary
on manners.

There's-- there's utterly
no foundation.

Are you making an objection?

I am indeed.

Sustained. Proceed, Mr. Kuzak.

What happened next, Mr. Brown?

The next thing I knew,
he started shipping his candy

to three different
Canadian distributors.

Well, he was allowed to do that.

Yes, but the Canadian market

couldn't absorb
that many candy bars

if every man,
woman and child up there

ate them nine times a day.

They ended up flooding
the US market

at a price I couldn't touch.
That was his plan.

Suddenly, I couldn't
sell any stock.

I couldn't service my debt.

I had to shut down
and sell my factory for scrap.

When I did that,
Alan Scott moved in

and grabbed the US market
for himself.

And what exactly
did you lose, sir?

I lost a business my grandfather
started 70-years ago.

Sixty-five people who worked
for me lost their livelihood.

There were families
that had worked

for H. Brown
for three generations.

And then, he came along
and like that...

it was all gone.

Michael: I have
no further questions.

Mr. Brown,
it was Canadian firms

that were sending Teddy Bars

into the Unites States,
is that right?

Yes.

And the agreement
that you signed with Mr. Scott

in no way prohibited him
from selling in Canada?

Do you think I'd
have signed that agreement

if I thought he'd have done
what he did?

My dear man,
I haven't the faintest idea.

Let me tell you,
that man's a thief.

Nigel: What a perfectly
dreadful thing to say,

particularly since I haven't
even asked you a question.

Your Honor,
mustn't I first proffer a query

as a prerequisite
to his response?

You must.

The jury will disregard
that last remark.

Pity a bell doesn't chime
when you seek to unring it.

- Judge: Sir Nigel.
- I beg your pardon.

I'd like to refresh your memory.

The conduct of my client
didn't in any way violate

the letter of your
contractual agreement, did it?

Letter of the contract or not,
what he did wasn't fair.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

Hither through
the fog and filthy air.

Judge: Sir Nigel.

Quite right, I'll say no more.

And he refuses to come forward?

The thought of jail
terrifies him.

Well then,
there's nothing we can do.

I mean, he doesn't want to
be incriminated, so that's it.

What about
an anonymous phone call

telling the police
where the body is?

Unh-unh, you tell the police
the location of the body,

you point them towards
physical evidence

and that could be used
against your client.

There's a 12-year-old boy
lying in a ditch.

His parents
are still hoping he's alive.

For God's sake!

[sighs]

This is... perverted.

So we just
leave that boy there?

Let the body decompose?

Let-- let the parents go crazy?

And we just sit up
here hiding behind the code?

Diana, you have
a duty of confidentiality.

And a duty
to uphold the privilege.

You do anything
to violate that, you very well

may be barred
from ever practicing law.

- This can't be right.
Leland: It's the law.

You haven't got a choice.

[sighs]

Honey?

Hon? What do you think?

- About what?
- New suit.

- Oh, let me see. Very nice.
- Yeah.

Who would have thought
I'd be arguing an appeal, huh?

A little
down in the dumps, huh?

A little.

Ann, it's an adjustment.

I know.

Hey, the truth is,
before you know it,

this little guy's gonna be
in school

and you're gonna be wanting
this time back.

You're gonna be wondering
why you were

in such a hurry
to get back to the wars.

[sighs] Yeah, whatever
you're not doing,

that's what tugs at you.

Really. Really,
I sit in the office

wishing I was home. I do.

No, you don't.

No, I do.

Well, maybe
that can be arranged.

You want to talk about it?

No.

No, it would be too hard
for me to leave him right now.

[cries]

- What? What?
- It's okay.

[cries] I'm okay.

[sighs]
I, uh, I gotta go.

Let me know what time
you'll be home.

Yeah. Good-bye.

Cheer up.

Okay, okay!

Okay, we have
red-lined the changes,

which I encourage you to review.

Listen, I don't mean to be rude,
but I thought

I made myself very clear.

I wanted partners
handling my affairs.

Abby is qualified
in these types of transactions.

Come on, Rosalind.

What are you,
a second-year lawyer?

I'm a fourth-year associate,
Mr. Lavelle.

Well, forgive me,
but there are partners

and there are associates,
and there's

a very good reason
for those distinctions.

Meaning what, exactly?

Meaning either
inexperience or incompetence.

With you, I'm sure that
it's just that you're young.

You're the client, Mr. Lavelle.
You don't want me, that's fine.

- Abigail.
- Rosalind!

Let's get this man someone else.
Have a nice day.

I didn't mean
anything personal.

It's just that
I'm shelling out over

three quarters of a million
dollars to you people in fees.

Now listen...

When you hire me, you hire
this firm and its associates.

Abigail Perkins is an
extremely competent attorney.

Now, if you don't want her,
I suggest

that you pack your case,
collect your files,

and find yourself
another law firm.

You've got to be kidding?

You're gonna toss my business
out on account of an associate?

You get either the package,
Mr. Lavelle,

or you get nothing.

Your choice.

Okay.

Okay, if she's that good,
then she's that good.

Let me tell you what
you just did wrong.

I don't think
I did anything wrong.

He was rude, he didn't want me
on the case, I obliged him.

What you did
was exalt your own self-respect

over the revenues
he'd generate for this firm.

- That's exactly right.
- But it's totally unnecessary.

A smart attorney,
and you are a smart attorney,

could keep both, her
self-respect and the business.

Walking out may serve
your sense of dignity,

but it will always
cost you the client.

It was either I leave the room,
Ros, or take his head off.

- And I didn't think--
- Then take his head off.

Never leave the room.

[sighs] I can't believe
we're doing this.

You're the one who's lying
awake all night, wondering.

Diana: We have to be sure.

Trust me, Diana,
if he hit the kid

at 50 miles an hour, he's dead.

I don't care. On the chance
he could be suffering or...

There! Skid marks.

- Okay.
- Oh, God.

Jonathan: Okay. Alright.

You stay here.

Sit behind the wheel,
if a car comes by or something,

pretend you're enjoying
the view.

Uh, if anybody stops,

honk the horn so I can
get the hell out of there.

Okay.

I don't want to do this.

We have to be sure, Jonathan.

[birds chirping]

[instrumental music]

Mr. Siltan: I was the lawyer
who drafted the contract,

I certainly know the intent.

The point of the deal was
to make H. Brown Incorporated

the exclusive distributor for
Teddy Bars in the United States.

Well, did you ever
discuss the Canadian firms

supplying these candy bars
to American markets?

Of course not,
that would've rendered

the exclusivity clause
meaningless.

Walt was supposed to have
all the business

in the United States.

And he knows it.

Thank you, Mr. Siltan.

I have nothing further.

Yours is a commanding
presence, sir.

I dare say I best
be careful with you.

Michael: Objection.

Sustained.

Mr. Siltan,
as Mr. Brown's lawyer,

you sought during negotiations

to prohibit my client
from selling to Canadian firms.

That's correct.

And it would also be true,
wouldn't it,

that on this point
you were expressly rejected.

Also correct.

So, at the time
of the agreement,

both, you and your client
knew full well

that Mr. Scott would be
shipping Teddy Bars to Canada.

We certainly didn't know
how many.

- Nigel: Did you care how many?
- Of course I did.

Nigel: Then, my dear man,
why on earth didn't you seek

to limit the amount
in your agreement?

I never presumed Alan Scott
would be unreasonable.

[laughs] I don't think he was
being unreasonable at all.

An opportunity presented itself
and he seized upon it.

He was a businessman
doing that which businessmen do.

Michael: Objection.
Speech making.

Sustained.

True or false, sir,
you yourself could've restricted

export quantity in the contract,
but you didn't.

False. Alan Scott would've
never agreed to it--

True or false, sir,
you could've made

signing the contract
contingent upon it.

True.

Nigel: True or false, sir,
you and your client

could've walked away.

True.

Nigel: And after
this unfortunate result,

Mr. Brown discharged you
as his attorney, didn't he?

- Listen, Mr. Nigel--
- No, sir, you listen to me.

As I understand
your courtroom customs,

and believe me
I am beginning to,

you must answer the questions
that I proffer to you.

Now, did not Mr. Brown
blame you for his bankruptcy

and discharge
you as his attorney?

Yes, he did.
But that has nothing to do--

Thank you, Mr. Siltan.
I'm quite finished.

Hey, Arnie.

Hi.

- You filling in for Roxanne?
- No.

Just finishing up
some paperwork.

You're still
sulking though, huh?

Arnie: Just doing paperwork.

You know, Arnie...

[sighs] your running out
on the firm was a betrayal.

You can't expect
the people around here

just to pretend
it never happened.

Nor should I expect
to be sued by these people,

to be forced back in,
only to be treated

like a damn trespasser
in my own office.

- You hurt people, Arnie.
- Hey, I got hurt, too.

Does that mean anything?

Walking around in a place
where the people

don't care about me, that hurts!

Of course we care about you,
why the hell do you think we f--

You fought to keep the clients,
and don't insult me

by suggesting otherwise!

What happened to us, Michael?
We used to be friends.

We still are friends.
At least I think so.

Yeah, well, uh, when's
the last time we went out

to dinner together,
just-just for the fun of it?

You want to go out
and grab a beer after work,

you knock on Victor's door,
not mine.

Remember when we started out?

The old building
on Federal Street?

We used to share
the same secretary.

Hell, we used to go out
to lunch together every day.

We used go on double dates
all the time.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember.

Do you think back then
if Leland McKenzie

had come to you and said,

"We're gonna be
suing Arnold Becker.

I want you to lead the charge,"
you would have done it?

There was nothing personal
in that, Arnie, and you know it.

...to keep you
from doing it, either.

We were friends, Michael.

Then one day I had
to start going to lunch

with clients, you had
to start going to court...

and the next thing you know,
13 years later,

we wind up as, uh... colleagues.

Well, maybe
we ought to fix that.

Yeah, maybe we should.

Meanwhile, no new leads on the
disappearance of Mark Davies,

the 12-year-old
Studio City youth

who vanished from his
neighborhood, Monday evening.

The boy disappeared
after an argument

with his parents
over a school report card.

He took his bike and...

But he's done this
several times before

and he's always come back.

He would never
stay away like this.

Jonathan, can we do this?

Can we really just
stand back here and do nothing?

Diana...

you spent all afternoon trying
to convince him to go forward.

Leland even spoke to him.
We're not doing nothing.

- But he won't go forward.
- That's his decision.

There's nothing else
we can do. [sighs]

There's just gotta be
another choice.

I don't want to hurt Manny,
and I...

Maybe I'm going to be
a terrible lawyer,

but, my God...

There's gotta be another choice.

[theme music]

I love being a mother.
I love everything about it.

[sighs] But I'm home everyday.

Stuart gets to go in and
have the other life, you know?

And you feel a little stagnant.

Well, so much has happened
at work.

I feel like
I've been gone forever.

Arnie left the firm.
Arnie came back to the firm.

We changed the name
of the firm. [chuckles]

Stuart's becoming a litigator.

Well, what does that
have to do with anything?

The truth?
I'm a little jealous.

- Ann.
- I know, I know.

But I'm... I've always
been the one going to trial,

standing in the spotlight,
and now Stuart's off

to appellate court
and I'm home changing diapers.

And with Rosalind Shays
at the office,

I don't even feel missed.

You are missed plenty.
Believe me.

How's she working out, anyway?

- Actually, fantastic.
- Really?

Abby: I'm learning a lot from
her about cultivating clients.

I think she's even better at it
than Leland.

- Is that right?
- She's-- she's just so smart.

The woman is a true force.

Terrific. I can't wait
to get to work with her.

All I'll say is I-- I came up
the hard way, Sir Nigel.

I never knew me dad
and me mum died when I was ten.

I was a boxer.
I was a truck driver.

I worked all over the East
and for peanuts

just to get in out of the rain.

I'd say you managed
to do better than that.

Oh, yeah, I count me blessings
every day.

You've been accused
of deceiving that man.

Alan: Yeah,
I don't understand it.

The contract says I couldn't
sell in the States, so I didn't.

But did you export
Teddy Bars to Canada

knowing that they'd flood
the US market

and drive him out of business?

No, no, no, no, I did it

because I've got factories
of me own.

And I've got an obligation
to the lads who work in 'em.

Nigel: You did try
to buy him out, though.

Alan: I thought it'd be good
business for the both of us.

All for one, one for all.
That-- that's the way I saw it.

If he'd been willing,
we wouldn't all be

sittin' here today, would we?

Nigel: Thank you, Mr. Scott.
He's all yours, counselor.

Now, the unit price
that you sold Teddy Bars

in Canada for
was 9.8 cents, is that right?

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Yet the unit cost
of producing it is 11.3 cents?

No, that isn't right, no.

Well, I have the figures right
here in front of me, Mr. Scott.

Yeah, but my accountant
and your accountant

don't agree
on those figures, do they?

Yes. Well, here's something
that we all can agree on.

A businessman
as sharp as yourself

would never willingly
take a loss on his product.

Unless, maybe,
he was trying to drive

someone else out of business?

Walter Brown's
a businessman, same as me.

No, sir. Walter Brown is honest.

Walter Brown can be trusted.

I object.
I object, I object.

Once is sufficient.
The objection's sustained.

Might I beg your indulgence
to make one further point?

Well, assuming, for the sake
of argument, Mr. Scott

was indeed selling below cost,
it was to Canadian firms.

An action permitted
in the contract.

His intent was to drive an
American firm out of business.

An action which breaches
the implied covenant

of good faith
found in every contract.

Both of you,
stop making speeches.

Proceed, Mr. Kuzak.

Michael: Now, where did you
think the shipment that you sent

to Vancouver was gonna wind up,
Mr. Scott?

I didn't rightly know.

Well, you knew that it couldn't
all be sold in Canada.

No, I didn't know that.
Canadians love chocolate.

Michael: You disregarded
my client's letters,

telexes, and phone calls,
in which

he begged you not to let
the goods into the US stores.

May I ask for a brief recess,
Your Honor?

He begged you to honor
the spirit of your agreement.

I play hard, but I play fair.

No, sir.
You play crooked.

Nigel: The quality of mercy
is not strained.

It droppeth as the gentle rain
from heaven

upon the place beneath.

Sir Nigel...
you interrupt once more...

and you're going to find
yourself back where you came

sooner than you thought.

I'll cease this very instant.

I can't make any deals prior

to an investigation
and you know that.

But what I'm saying is there
won't be any investigation

without a body, which
you won't find without my help.

Grace, the parents are
agonizing over this every day.

They're publicly pleading
to get him back.

They don't know if he's been
kidnaped or killed or lost.

Look, my client has no criminal
record. It was an accident.

We're talking about
the Davies child.

I'm not saying we are.

But... if you were to
talk to Mr. and Mrs. Davies...

and they were amenable
to no criminal prosecution

in exchange for the whereabouts
of their son's body,

would that influence
your decision?

No, I can't cut blind deals

without an investigation,
I'm sorry.

Then I'm stuck, Grace.
I'm bound by the privilege.

Not if there's a chance
that the boy could be alive.

No, I saw the body. I checked
the pulse. He's very dead.

And I don't know
what I'm gonna do.

I know you came to me
as a friend and all...

but now I'm in a spot too.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about me
being a district attorney

with knowledge of a lawyer
who has seen Mark Davies' body.

I have responsibilities
too, here.

So, what can you do?

I'm not sure, really.

But I don't want to
leave that boy

lying in a ditch
any more than you do.

Drop the front end to a third,

jack up the gross by 20%.

That's low and you know it.

It's not as low
as the big knot, Michael,

and that's what
you could be looking at.

My client lost everything.

Everything his family
had been working for--

Your client is an idiot,
dear boy,

and American juries
don't reward stupidity.

Tell him to take the $400,000

and enroll
in a decent business school.

Not that he stands
a Pope's prayer

of making a passing grade.

You are really something,
Sir Nigel.

Funny how the prose changes
when we're alone.

I'm not sure
I know what you mean.

Michael: Well, it's all
a performance, isn't it?

When you strip down, you are
nothing but a street fighter.

The only thing that you need
concern yourself with

is that you now have
two choices.

Reject this offer and go
to the jury and get beaten

or take it and use your...

eloquence to try and convince
your client that he's won.

It shouldn't be too difficult.
he's a very trusting fellow.

- The offer is rejected.
- Ah.

American obstinance
and stick-to-it-ness.

It's rich.

[instinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

What's going on?
Is this some sort of joke?

No, joke. You wanted us
to blow your horn for you.

We rented a whole marching band.

- Congratulations, Arnold.
- This is the USC band!

- Douglas: It sure is.
- Band, that'll do.

I have a proclamation.

"Whereas on this day,
February one, in the year 1990,

Arnold Becker becomes
a name partner in the law firm

of McKenzie, Brackman,
Chaney, Kuzak and Becker."

[cheering]

"Whereas the members
of the aforementioned firm

have been derelict
in expressing to Arnold Becker

their degree
of commitment to him

and instead have focused
on the materialistic,

shallow, vain, rat-like
aspects of his personality."

"We hereby proclaim
February one, 1990,

to be Arnold Beckerday."

[cheering]

- Welcome back, Arnie.
- Thank you.

- Welcome home.
- Thanks.

I-- I just want to say
thank you all very much, I...

I-- I don't know what to say.

Thank you. Thank you, everybody.

And I'm, uh...

I'm very proud to have
my name on the door.

And, uh...

And the ampersand. Thanks.
[giggling]

[cheering]

We're looking for
Mr. Jonathan Rollins, please.

Yeah, I'm Jonathan Rollins.

Mr. Rollins, we have
a warrant for your arrest.

- What?
Man 1: Accessory to a felony.

Tampering with evidence
in a felony investigation.

Excuse me, officer.
Can I see that, please?

You have the right
to remain silent.

Man 1: If you give up
your right to remain silent.

Jonathan: Yeah, yeah. I know
my rights, I'm a lawyer.

- Will you come with us, sir?
- Right now?

Yes, sir, if you want to take
your own car,

Ms. Van Owens says that's fine.

But she wants
you processed today.

Yeah, let's go.

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You know, he's milking
this British thing

for everything it's worth and
the jury's just eating it up.

They just love
listening to him talk.

And they love
looking at him, too.

[laughs] You're not so hard
to look at either, Michael.

You know,
I can't lose this case.

Walt Brown
lost everything he had.

I can't let him down.

Michael, have you
forgotten to say or do

anything in this trial
that you meant to?

[sighs]

No.

And have you said or
done anything that you regret?

No.

And you spent
the last three hours

working on
your closing argument.

Seems to me
that the only thing left to do

on this case
is to obsess over it.

So, why don't you try to take

your mind off it
for a little while?

You're gonna win this thing,
Michael, I know it.

Now, let's you and I
go to bed right now?

I understand. [sighs]

Now, let's you and I
go to bed... right now.

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I guess in retrospect
you could say

that Walter Brown
should have been smarter.

Or maybe it was the English
accent that made him believe

that Alan Scott was going to
deal with him fair and square.

After all, there is
a presumption in this country

which favors the British.
And Sir Nigel knows this.

He also knows
of the American tendency

to equate British eloquence
with integrity.

That's why he's been
so determined to drape

these entire proceedings
in a Shakespearean veil.

To remind you
that he is British.

To subliminally exploit
the Yankee mindset

that considers Brits to be more
respectable, more righteous.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this man is not.

He cheated my client
out of his business.

He willfully and deliberately

circumvented
the spirit of the contract

and pounded Walt Brown
into bankruptcy.

Ladies and gentlemen, Alan Scott
is not an honorable man.

Don't let the hypnotic charm
of his lawyer

distract you
from what he's done.

Thank you.

I love America.

I-- I really do.

There's an expansiveness
to your country,

a feeling that
anything is possible.

If you're smart
and you work hard

and you're just cocky enough
to stay with it,

you really do have a shot
at the brass ring.

You don't have kings
and queens and lords.

What you do have
are card players and cowboys

and schemers possessed of the
greatest imagination on Earth.

You eat wonderful huge meals,
and you take

pounding hot showers,
and you go forth into the world

and you claim your piece of it.

Mr. Brown did that.

Mr. Scott did that as well,
but what he also did...

was take advantage of what
the contract didn't say.

Loopholes,
I believe you call them.

And Mr. Scott used loopholes
for profit.

And that is as American
as the Fourth of July.

Now, are you really
gonna punish this Cockney lad

simply because
he beat you at your own game?

You didn't become a great nation
by doing that, my friends.

You became a great nation
by letting the better man win!

The defendant knows the location
of Mark Davies' body,

Your Honor,
making his non disclosure

the withholding of evidence.

That information
is protected by attorney-client

privilege,
and the District Attorney is--

Grace: Moreover, Your Honor,
Mr. Rollins committed a crime

when he physically touched
this body,

thereby, tampering
with the evidence.

He took the pulse to confirm
that the boy was dead.

Judge 2: You seem to be
reaching here, Ms. Van Owen.

I am not seeking disclosure
of any communication

between Mr. Rollins
and his client.

Both of you, come up here.

[indistinct chatter]

- What's going on?
- It's simple, Your Honor.

Mr. Rollins knows where
the body is, but he can't say

because of
attorney-client privilege.

I'm asking you
to take him off the hook.

Give him the right to tell us
the location of the boy.

Even if so ordered, Judge,
we'll just go for a writ.

We cannot betray
Mr. Rollins' client.

- Come on, Victor.
- It doesn't matter.

The privilege applies
in this state.

I'm dismissing the complaint.

There's a boy
out there lying in a ditch.

And there are rules in here
which we must follow.

Please step back.

The defendant's motion granted.
Case dismissed.

Your Honor. Your Honor!
I'm Robert Davies.

You're saying he doesn't have
to tell where my little boy is?

I'm sorry, sir,
but the law prevents him

from furnishing
that information.

- What kind of law is that?
- This is good, Grace.

- Did you arrange this?
- What kind of law is this?

- No.
- What kind of judge are you?

The reporters have been
sniffing around.

- They probably told him.
- Mr. Davies, that's enough.

I'll have you removed
from this courtroom.

I want my son!
Now, tell me where he is!

- Victor: Sir. Please.
- Bailiff.

Please. Oh, no.
You can't do this.

God, you can't do this.

[murmuring]

I'm sorry,
what you're suggesting

won't be expeditious

and in the end
it'll be anything but cheap.

Ah.

I've been holding his hand.

But there is a limit.

Now, he's a big boy.

Then it's time he grew up.

Ann: Are you about done?

I'll be awhile, actually.
Do you need something?

I need my chair,
I need my desk,

I need my office.
Get off the phone.

Norman,
I'll call you right back.

[sighs] Sorry.
I didn't know that you minded.

Now you know.

Do I take this to mean
that you're back to work?

Ann: Take it to mean
that until you hear otherwise,

this office is mine.

- Of course, it is.
- Good.

I'll get out of your way.

Was that really necessary?

No, I could have just
tip-toed out and gone home.

Stuart: Well, you could've been
a tad more diplomatic.

I don't have to be diplomatic.

When it feels
like I'm being pushed out of here,

I don't have to be diplomatic.

Ann, nobody's pushing you
out of here.

Ann: Who told her she could
use my office? Was it Douglas?

- No, that, uh, that was me.
- You?

Well, you weren't here and
her office was being painted.

Ann: I don't care.
Let her work in the file room.

Let her work
in the ladies' toilet.

You do not go volunteering
my office, do you understand?

I don't know what the hell
I was thinking of.

Look, let's talk about the other
thing that's bothering you.

Ann: [sighs] What?

- You're home and I'm here.
- Which was my choice.

I'm not throwing it up to you
that it was your choice.

I'm just saying you can
come back any time you want.

And life is not so terrible.

You have a wonderful
husband who--

who gives your office away
the minute you turn your back.

I'm sorry.

And behind curtain three,
you have a son.

All in all,
things aren't so terrible.

All in all, things are great.

But then, I get so afraid
that I've lost something.

What, honey?

It took me so long
to get this office.

To make partner, to get people
to listen to me when I talk.

It's still your office,
and you're still a partner...

and people still listen to you.

I guess I'm just not sure

whether
I still have anything to say.

Come here.

Have the jury reached a verdict?

Jury: We have, Your Honor.
Judge: What say you?

"On the claim of bad faith
and unfair dealing,

we find for the plaintiff.

Based on the loss
of anticipated profits,

we award
the sum of five million dollars.

Yes!

Jury: On the claim
of unfair predatory pricing

under the Robinson-Patman Act,
we find for the plaintiff.

Given that the stipulated value
of the plaintiff's business

was nine point
five million dollars

we award treble damages

in the sum of twenty-eight
point five million dollars.

- Yeah!
- Oh, hell

My God, you did it.

You're a genius.
Thank you!

Thank you! [laughs]

[traffic bustling]

So, the complaint against you
was dismissed.

Yeah. I'm free and clear.

- Leland: Not with me you're not.
- Excuse me?

Your going to Grace Van Owen
was irresponsible, Jonathan.

- I took a calculated risk.
Leland: It was a stupid risk.

You indirectly revealed
privileged information, you--

I didn't give her anything she
could really use, Leland. I--

You let her know
that Mark Davies' body

was in a ditch,
you let her know

that a client of yours
killed him.

- That's giving her something.
- And what can she do with that?

For starters,
they can watch this office.

Monitor everybody
who goes in and out.

Jonathan: I told Manny not to
come in here anymore.

And did you first
get his permission

before running off to Grace?

I protected him, Leland.

- If I thought at all--
- Not good enough.

What if it got out that
this firm sold out its clients?

Do you have any idea how fatal
that would be to our practice?

- I didn't sell anybody out!
Leland: You screwed up.

You indulged
your own conscience

at the expense
of this firm's reputation.

Don't you ever do it again!

One, two, three, go!

- Ah.
- Oh-ho. [coughs]

- Mm.
- Phew.

- That was good.
- Yeah.

Oh, you want another?

- No. [laughs]
- No.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Another one, please.

No, no. I'm just kidding.
[coughs]

Thank God, because I really
have to go to the bathroom.

Me, too.

Half expresso,
half cappuccino, decaf.

You're such a little
mind reader.

[indistinct chatter]

Very sweet, Michael.

Nineteen?

- No, no. She's 22.
- Oh.

Well, she's a very
sophisticated 22, though.

She speaks French,
she's been to Europe, she--

Good sex?

- What?
- Oh, you mutt.

- And she's a dancer, too?
- She's a Laker Girl.

Oh, God.
Now I am jealous.

Now, what do you mean jealous?

I've never seen you
look at anyone the way

you look at Corrinne.

Does it show?

Yes, Arnie, it shows.

You know, this was a good idea
going out like this.

Well, here's to doing it
more often.

Absolutely.

[laughs]

Robert: Mr. Rollins, forgive us.
But, please--

Mr. Davies, you know
I can't tell you anything.

He's my baby.

That's my baby in the woods.

- I know.
- I know you got your rules...

But if you were a father
you couldn't do this.

You'd let me bury my son.

I can't say anything to you.

Please. Please.
We're begging you.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

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