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"Reynolds versus Mendez."
Stuart...

- You're really doing this?
- Yup.

You're sending Stuart
into federal court, Michael?

I'm ready, Rosalind.
For this case I'm ready.

Uh, Stuart's been working
his pants off on this one.

- Nervous?
- Oh, yeah.

If he loses, it won't be
for lack of preparation.

- I can tell you that much.
- Not gonna lose.

Alright, Rosalind, I noticed
you opened up an account

for Nolsted Company.
Is this a potential new client?

Just some introductory talks. We
don't have to go into it here.

Excuse me.
Nolsted, the liquor company?

- Let's move on.
Victor: No, no, no.

Is Nolsted gonna become
a client here?

I've just opened some dialogue,
that's all.

- Like hell.
- Victor.

We had a client

who was in litigation with
this firm last week.

Then Rosalind
goes behind my back

and she convinces the client
to accept the settlement offer

which was way too low--

- It wasn't low.
Victor: It was low!

[scoffs] And suddenly Nolsted

is now coming to us
for representation?

- What are you saying, Victor?
Victor: What am I saying?

I am saying you are bought,
Rosalind.

I'm saying
you sold out our client!

- How dare you?
- Oh, please.

Don't give me this
"How dare you crap," okay?

- Victor, that's enough.
- No, it's not enough.

You-- you really think
you're gonna get away with this?

Leland: Sit down, Victor!

There's no reason
for you to be talking like this.

I'm gonna recommend to the
client that she sue this firm

for malpractice, I'm gonna
recommend to Jimmy Hoffs

that he sue us
for interference with contract.

You do that and you're fired.

[panting] [chuckles]

No need for that.

As soon as I finish up my trial
next week, I quit.

[door opens]

[theme music]

[music continues]

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[instrumental music]

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[indistinct chatter]

Do you know for a fact
she made a deal with Nolsted

to sell out your client?

Figure it out, Leland.

Do you know for a fact?

You mean, can I prove it?

[scoffs] No.

You never can with her.
She's too damn good.

But she can't hide what she is,
Leland.

I know what happened here.
So do you.

- Let me look into it.
Victor: Yeah.

You go ahead and check it out,
I'm sure

there's gonna be
a really big investigation.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[knocking on door]

- How you doing?
- I'm ready.

[chuckles]

I know how much
this case means to you, Stuart,

and I know
how much you wanna win.

Yeah, but from the beginning,

we all know this has been
more than just a case for me.

Speaking from having been there,

I can say that
sometimes that can hurt you.

Mike, I'm not gonna let it
hurt me.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

Ms. Melman,
it's an untenable situation.

Your father's been
very disruptive around here.

- What are you telling her for?
- She's your daughter.

It's just an accident of birth.

In what way
has he been disruptive?

He goes through
constant mood swings.

He is, uh, wild and boisterous
one minute

and nearly catatonic the next.

Dan: I think your father
is increasingly

losing touch with reality.

- In what way?
- He takes on the persona...

Of a television character.

Your father goes in and out
of thinking he's Ralph Kramden.

You haven't the slightest idea
what I'm thinking.

It sounds to me like
my father's just trying

to get a rise out of you. He...

He often does that sort of thing
to amuse himself.

Well, all I'll tell you
is that, uh, whoever he assigns

the role of Ed Norton
is not amused.

Why? What does he do?

He throws them out of

whatever room they are in and

then he makes some elderly woman
Alice Kramden,

and he yells at her for not
ironing his bowling shirt

or not having his dinner ready.

Why is it I get the feeling like

I'm sitting in
the principal's office?

We are just
a retirement community

for people on a fixed income.

What your father needs
is professional help.

No, no, no. What I need is
to be treated with some respect.

Daddy, if you're not happy,
then don't stay here.

Pack your things
and we'll find another place.

I don't need a ride. There's
a bus stop on the corner.

Come on, will you?

[instrumental music]

[door opens]

[instrumental music]

"Case number 8-9-7-2-3-0,

People versus Franklin Leonard,
sentencing."

William Sanderland
for the defendant, Your Honor.

You'll recall that my client
was convicted of larceny

by false pretenses,
you'll also recall

that my client
is a medical doctor.

The district attorney and I have
agreed on a joint recommendation

of six months probation,
plus community service.

Dr. Leonard will provide
free medical service

for four designated homeless
shelters for the next 36 months

at a minimum
of six hours per week.

- This is acceptable to you?
- Yes, Your Honor.

Well, it's not acceptable to me.

Two years State prison,
one suspended, one served.

- Your Honor?
Grace: He stole, Mr. Sanderland.

The fact that he is a doctor
makes him no less of a thief.

And you, Ms. Harris,

why'd you cut a deal like that?
Because he's rich?

Your Honor, uh,
I don't think that

Dr. Leonard poses
a serious threat to society.

Grace: You don't?

Let me tell you
that when a licensed physician

starts falsifying
Medicaid claims,

when he starts taking money
out of taxpayers' pockets,

he is definitely
a threat to society.

I would ask the court
to take into consideration

my client's distinguished
commitment to public service

as well as charities,
and I think--

Grace: I'll take it
under consideration.

I'll also take it
under consideration

that the defendant
is a fairly wealthy man,

which makes his decision to
steal even more reprehensible.

And I will further
take it into consideration

that this larceny
was accomplished systematically

over six separate occasions,
totaling more than $24,000.

Dr. Leonard's a criminal.

He's going to jail.

Next case.

Why were you in Argentina
in 1979, sir?

I was one
of a number of Americans there

with the agrarian reform
movement.

We were trying to bring about
a redistribution of land.

Peter: I had been there
about six months

at the time of my arrest.

- What were you arrested for?
- No one ever said.

They just came in the middle of
the night and took me to prison.

When did you first meet
the defendant?

A few days later.
They took me to a room.

There were three men there.

He was one of them.

Stuart: What happened
in that room?

They... told me
to take off my clothes.

They strapped me to the machine.

Mr. Mendez poured
a pail of ice water over my head

and wired an electrode
to my genitals.

He pushed a switch,

and a j-- jolt of electricity
hit me.

My head snapped back,

my whole body shook.

And... then he did it again.

And after each time,
he would turn a dial

so that the next one would be

just that little bit worse.

Finally, the pain got so bad
that I passed out.

Was this type of session
ever repeated?

Over the two years
that I was held,

there were 34 such sessions.

Stuart: And did
Mr. Mendez himself

always administer the torture?

Yes, it was always Mr. Mendez.

After you were released
from prison,

when did you next see
Mr. Mendez?

Peter: Three years ago.
His photograph was in the paper.

"American dream come true.
Penniless immigrant makes good."

"Opens eight new dry-cleaning
locations in one year alone."

And what about you, Peter?

How do you support yourself?

Peter: I can't work.

My mother

gives me enough
for a furnished room

and cigarettes.

And I do odd jobs when I can.

At night I can't sleep.

During the day...

well, I-- I take medication
that keeps me pretty even,

but mostly I just walk around.

Stuart: I have nothing further.

[clears throat]

You said that Mr. Mendez
wasn't the only one present.

He was the one at the machine.

- Was he the one giving orders?
- Nobody had to give orders.

Neil: Isn't it a fact,
Mr. Reynolds,

that the other men present were

the defendant's
commanding officers?

Peter: I don't know
who they were.

Neil: Isn't it a
fact that he emptied

their ashtrays, isn't it a fact

he saluted every time
they entered the room?

He was the one at the machine!

Did he or did he not salute

every time
they entered the room?

Yeah, he saluted. So what?

I have no further questions.

What, is that supposed
to let him off the hook?

He was the one at the machine.

I said no further questions.

[speaking in foreign language]

Edelstein: Mr. Reynolds.

[speaking in foreign language]

Edelstein: You may step down,
Mr. Reynolds.

I can still feel the metal
against my skin.

I can still see you
reaching to turn up the voltage.

I can still see you sitting back
to watch what it did to me.

- Stuart: Peter. Peter.
- It doesn't go away!

No matter what you do,
it doesn't go away!

Stuart: Peter. Peter, Peter.
That's enough. That's enough.

That's enough.

[traffic bustling]

Dr. Kravitz,
how do you know Mr. Mendez?

He's been my patient
for the last three years.

Would you tell us what it was
that occasioned him

to seek psychiatric care?

Initially it appeared
that he was suffering

from feelings of intense guilt

over what he'd done
in Argentina.

After a period of analysis,
it became clear to me

that, in fact, what he felt
was powerlessness.

Objection to the introduction
of self-serving statements

masquerading
as medical expertise.

This woman is a psychiatrist,
Your Honor.

Neil: She's in a position
to discern

what's real and what's not.

Objection is overruled.

Neil: Based on your examination
of him, doctor,

do you consider the defendant
to be a cruel or violent person?

Kravitz: I do not.
Neil: Then...

How could he have done
these things?

He was 22 years old

and absolutely terrified
of authority.

It's my opinion that he simply
lacked an ego formation

strong enough
to do anything but obey.

I have nothing further.

How's the defendant's
ego formation these days?

Very different
from what it once was.

Doctor, are you familiar with

the definition
of criminal insanity?

Yes, I am.

When he committed
acts of torture,

was Carlos Mendez
criminally insane?

Kravitz: No.

Stuart: When he
committed acts of

torture, was Carlos Mendez able

to differentiate
between right and wrong?

He wasn't necessarily
able to act--

Once again, when he committed
acts of torture,

was he able to differentiate
between right and wrong?

- Yes.
Stuart: Is it fair to say...

That when he wired electrodes
to this man's genitals

and sent thousands of volts
of electricity through his body

and sat back
to watch the convulsions--

- I object to this.
- I'm asking a question.

Then ask it, Mr. Markowitz.

Is it fair to say

that he knew
inflicting torture was wrong?

- Yes.
- I've no further question.

[instrumental music]

[door shuts]

Why did you take a secret
meeting with Victor's client?

I went to Victor first, Leland.

It was only when he refused

to recommend the settlement
offer to the client

that I went to him myself.

Convincing her to take
a low offer. And then--

Are you in a position
to evaluate that offer?

I know Victor.
And he evaluated the case.

Incorrectly, in my opinion.

[sighs] We have an obligation
to our clients, Leland.

And if I believe that one
of my lawyers is not fulfilling

that obligation, then I,
as senior partner, have to act.

And then, after you act,

Nolsted suddenly wants to become
our client.

Yes, I had a pre-existing
relationship with Nolsted,

but I was totally upfront
about it

with both Victor and the client.

I am shocked that Victor
would cast such an aspersion,

but I am mostly disappointed

that you would attach
any credence to it.

You're very good, Rosalind.

Once again, no tracks.

And exactly what does that mean?

It means I don't trust you.

It means, when you tell me
you did what you did

because of an obligation
to your client,

I don't trust you for a second.

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you.

I'll be out of your hair
by tonight.

Daddy, you can't live down on
Third and Main. It's skid row.

What's the difference?
Why, you planning on visiting?

I'd like to. Yeah.

Look, don't worry about me.
I'll be fine.

I'm sure you will.

You're seeing anybody
these days?

- Nobody special.
- Hm.

- Your mother seeing anybody?
- I don't know.

Oh, you don't wanna say.

Alright.

Are you doing this to punish me?

- Doing what?
- Taking a room in a flophouse.

- Refusing to let me help you.
- I don't need your help.

Alright, you don't need my help.

Why don't you just accept it
anyway?

Do it because
it makes me feel good.

Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.

You and your mother,
two peas in a pod.

Don't let up. You don't know
how to give a guy some room.

You walked out on us, daddy. How
much more room could you want?

[bangs] Why couldn't
your mother let me go

on that fishing trip
without her?

- Huh?
- What fishing trip?

The Raccoon Lodge
annual fishing trip.

Your mother and Trixie,
they put it in their heads

that they gotta come along. Why?

Two stinking days
I can't be alone with the boys?

Argh!

Roxanne: Daddy.

That's an episode
of "The Honeymooners."

I know that I should've visited
you more often than I did.

People drift apart.

- Forget it.
- We're not people.

I'm your daughter
and you are my father.

Doesn't mean
we have to have a relationship.

We have a relationship,
and if I could,

I would like to make it better.

Okay. What do you got in mind?

You could come and stay with me

until you find
a decent place to live.

Look, I, uh,

I appreciate the offer,
but I just don't wanna do that.

I got my own reasons.

How about if I help you
fix up the room?

Sure.

- If you want to.
- I want to.

Terrific.

[horns blaring]

[traffic bustling]

[knocking on door]

Ah, thanks for coming in.
How are you?

Pretty good. A little curious
as to why I've been summoned.

Well, I am the presiding judge,
remember?

I am supposed to summon
colleagues

two or three times a month.
It's in my job description.

Oh. Okay.

Conover: Well, actually, Grace,
you've been doing great.

You got a great command
of the courtroom.

Lawyers seem to be afraid
of you.

- That's always good.
- But?

But you've been getting
challenged on appeal

more than any other
Superior Court judge.

Especially on sentencing.

My sentencing has been
within my judicial discretion.

Maybe, but when you give a life
sentencing to a 16-year-old,

you guarantee an appeal.

When you order a bank chairman

to take out a full-page ad
in the "LA Times"

telling everyone
that he's an embezzler,

when you lock up a pregnant
woman on a misdemeanor...

She was on cocaine. Locking her
up kept her off the drugs.

And that gave her baby a chance.

I'm sure it did,
but you've got to realize,

a creative sentencing
invites challenge.

Yes. And you told me
not to be afraid of that.

Yes, I did.

But I expect you to use
common sense.

The court dockets are jammed
to the point

where the system
can barely function.

As a judge,
you have an obligation

to make some of these matters
go away.

And when your cases regularly
get kicked to appellate court

because you wanna play
hardliner,

you're not doing any of us
any good.

[scoffs] So I should play ball
and I should agree

to plea bargains
that make me sick?

The courts are clogged
with crap, Grace.

You're gonna get sick
every single time

trying to deal with it.

But we have to deal with it.

And you are not.

- What was your rank, Carlos?
- I was a private.

During the interrogations
that we've heard

Mr. Reynolds describe,
who else was there?

Colonel Pisarro
was usually there.

Carlos: Captain Diaz
was always there.

Who gave the order
to use electric shocks?

Colonel Pisarro.

Did you
ever question that order?

- No, sir.
Neil: Why not?

Carlos: There were
two other soldiers

that I know who did.

One day they disappeared.

Everyone assumed
that they had been shot.

Did you fear the same fate
for yourself had you resisted?

- Yes, I did.
Neil: Thank you, Carlos.

I have nothing further.

So you were drafted?

- Into the army?
- No.

You joined
of your own free will.

I joined in order to eat.

Stuart: How did you come to be
assigned to the prison?

I volunteered.

What made you do that?

I was a coward.

Carlos: I did not want
to be sent to the jungle.

The Argentina Army didn't assign
the cowards to its prison,

Mr. Mendez,
they assigned the sadists.

Objection. I want that remark
stricken from the record.

Objection is sustained.
Remark is stricken.

Soldiers received a variety
of assignments in the prison.

- Didn't they, Mr. Mendez?
- Yes, they did.

Some guarded the cells,
others guarded the perimeters,

some worked in the office,
some cooked.

Does plaintiff counsel
have a question?

Yes, plaintiff counsel
wants to know

why you were always assigned
to administer torture.

Because I begged not to be.

Stuart: You begged not to be?

Yes, I begged and I wept.

Colonel Pisarro, he saw this
as a sign of weakness.

He punished me for it.

Inside of that room,
I was being tortured, too.

Stuart: Why didn't you leave?
Carlos: I wish I had.

But you didn't.

You didn't leave
until the army was overthrown.

You only left
so you wouldn't have to look

into the faces
of the people of Argentina.

Look into his face, Mr. Mendez.

- Neil: Your Honor.
- Look into his face.

I see their faces!

I see his face
every time I close my eyes.

Edelstein: Mendez.
Carlos: That's right.

I still see your face the same
way that you still see mine.

Come in.

[door opens]

- Got a minute?
- Yeah. Sure, sure.

[door shuts]

I know the timing
for this stinks, but...

I've been offered a job
in New York, Leland.

A Wall Street firm.

And I'm thinking very seriously
of saying yes.

Michael: Uh, I'm from the East,
and, uh,

I've been thinking
a long time...

about going home.

Michael,

if you walk out on us now...

well, we'll-- we'll fall down
like a deck of cards.

This firm isn't McKenzie,
Brackman anymore. You know that.

Bottom-line politics,
executive committees...

It's just not the same place,
Leland.

Suppose I take it back.

What if I'm senior partner
again?

I'm not sure
that's even possible.

I also don't know
if it would definitely

make a difference at this point.

Don't walk out on me, Michael.

Don't.

It wouldn't be walking out

on you, Leland.

It'd be walking out on Rosalind.

[sighs] Yeah, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I ever let this place
get away.

Oh, if there's any blame,
it should be on us

for not bringing in
our own clients...

and for letting you carry us
for so long.

I can still carry us.

I don't think so.

I hate to be pessimistic.

I hate to be blunt.

But I don't think so.

[instrumental music]

In 1934,

more than 300,000 Germans
attended a Nazi rally

in a town called Nuremberg.

And then in 1945, the Nazis
were put on trial there.

Stuart: And one by one,
the world listened to men

who had carried out
countless acts of brutality.

Men who had
systematically set out

to wipe off the face of the
earth an entire race of people.

And their defense was that

they were only following orders.

It didn't excuse them.

And it doesn't excuse him.

You see, if we are to believe

that even in war there are
certain acts that so offend us,

that so violate
basic standards of human conduct

as to be called war crimes,

then we must stand ready

to punish those
who have committed them.

We have to believe
that even a private

bears responsibility
for his actions.

Even a private has to answer
for what he has done.

Carlos Mendez repeatedly sent

thousands of volts
of electricity

into Peter Reynolds' body.

He did it with his own hands.

Look at these two men.

Peter Reynolds sits before you
broken and impoverished.

A highly articulate,
intelligent man,

he is now barely able
to function in the world.

Stuart: Carlos Mendez sits
before you hale and affluent.

He's living the American dream.

Look at these two men,
side by side,

and tell me
that the past doesn't matter.

Carlos Mendez was drawn
to our standard of living.

Let him answer to
our standard of justice as well.

If all he can do is pay
Peter Reynolds a sum of money,

the least we can do,
ladies and gentlemen,

is to make him pay it.

[clears throat]

It's a powerful analogy.

Nuremberg.
If only it were appropriate.

You see, at Nuremberg,

it wasn't the privates on trial,
it was the generals.

Goring, Hess,
von Ribbentrop, Jodl.

These were men who gave orders.

These were men with power.

What power
did Carlos Mendez have?

Neil: Yes, he strapped prisoners
to that machine.

What you have to realize is that
he was strapped to it himself.

They were on one side,
he was on the other.

Neither of them had a choice.

Neil: Generals didn't do
the dirty work in Argentina.

They ordered someone
to do it for them.

Carlos
was one of those someones.

Now you've heard character
witnesses paint a portrait

of a compassionate decent man.

Neil: A man
who could never inflict pain

on another human being
willingly.

A man who could only
have done it

in order to survive.

Neil: There are no villains
in this courtroom,

ladies and gentlemen.

There are only victims.

I ask that your compassion

extend to them both.

I ask that you not lay blame

where it doesn't belong.

[traffic bustling]

It's been a long time since
you and I had lunch, Leland.

Well, you're my biggest
cash cow, Scotty.

I gotta pay a little lip service
now and again.

- Huh? Uh...
- What's up?

There's gonna be a little

friction at the firm.

It could get divisive.

I'm listening.

Rosalind Shays,

she's not working out
as senior partner,

and I'm thinking
of forcing her out.

Listen, Leland, uh,
I'm not sure how to put this,

but the quality of the work
we've been getting

has never been better than since

Rosalind Shays
took over the account.

She put together
our public offering.

The value of our subsidiaries
quadrupled

because of decisions
she specifically made.

She can't help you
without a firm to back her up.

Pretty soon
she's not gonna have one.

Don't put me in this position.

I need you, Scott.

I hate to call on a friendship,
but I need you.

For my personal matters,
I'll stay with you, Leland.

But I'm a CEO who has
to consider the interest

of the shareholders
and over 7000 employees.

Scott: And I think the interest
of Petramco Industries

are better served
by Rosalind Shays.

[door opens]

Alice! Honey!

- I'm home!
- Hi.

I wanted to see
where you was working.

- What are you wearing?
- Same thing I always wear.

- Norton, pal of mine!
Roxanne: Daddy?

I thought you were supposed
to meet for lunch today.

I dropped by the sewer
and you weren't there.

- Daddy, this is Benny Stulwicz.
Benny: I-- I don't...

What, are you crazy?
Oh, tell her how far back we go.

- Daddy, stop it!
- What happened?

Manhole cover hit you
on the head again? [laughs]

You live at 328 Chauncey Street,
don't you?

Daddy, would you come with me
for a second?

You work at the sewer!
You're married to Trixie.

- I'm-- I'm marrying Alice.
- What are you, an idiot?

- I'm married to Alice.
- No, you're not.

- Daddy!
- Oh...

This guy's got a screw
missing someplace! Ha-ha...

Get in there!

[indistinct chatter]

Now, that man's name
is Benny Stulwicz.

He's mentally retarded
and he works in this office.

Oh, yeah? So what?

So why would you make him
the butt of one of your jokes?

I don't know
what all you're talking about.

You don't know
what I'm talking about?

No.

Yesterday you said
you wanted to mend fences.

Today I figured
I'd drop by to see ya.

Dressed like that?

What the hell's the difference

how I'm dressed?

Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.

[breathing heavily]

Nothing has changed, has it?

You still wish you could
trade me in for another model.

- No, I don't!
- Oh, yes, you do.

[indistinct chatter]

You always wanted a father
who made more money,

who dressed better,
talked better.

All I want is for you not to go
out of your way to embarrass me.

Hey, do me a favor, huh?
Stay a stranger.

Swear I'll never
embarrass you again.

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[sobbing]

Come here.

Come here. Shh, shh, shh.

Clearing a table. Grace, look.

You've only been on the bench
for a couple of months, right?

- You can't expect to get dis--
- Michael, last week...

Last week I sat there
in juvenile court helpless.

Helpless because I was unable
to make a difference.

But then when I do try
to make an impact,

I'm called in on the carpet
for being unorthodox

and-- and for inviting appeals.
[scoffs]

And the lawyers, don't even
get me started on the lawyers.

I mean, where do these people
come from?

Well, how did they ever
pass the bar?

- They, they either come to me--
- Grace...

W-- why don't you have
another beer?

Michael,
I can't have another beer.

- Why not?
- Because I'm a judge.

And I can't have
two stupid beers

in a place
frequented by lawyers.

You know what happens?
It gets around.

Judge Van Owen was drinking.
Judge Van Owen had two beers.

Judge Van Owen
was having a good time.

You had a bad day, Grace.

You, you have a bad day,
you hate your job.

And that could happen
to anybody, even judges.

I don't think
it's just a bad day, Michael.

I don't like sitting up there
high and mighty.

I don't like having to be
objective and detached.

So what are you saying?

I'm saying that

my days on the bench
are numbered.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

- We have, Your Honor.
Edelstein: How say you?

Foreperson: "On the issue
of pain and suffering

stemming from the torture
of the plaintiff,

we find the defendant
not liable for damages."

Edelstein:
And that concludes this matter.

The jury is discharged
with the thanks of the court.

[indistinct chatter]

[chuckles]

- Mr. Reynolds.
- Carlos, hang on.

I-- I want to say something.

What do you wanna say?

I don't want for you
to come away from this

with nothing, Peter.

If you need a hand,
I can give you a hand.

I can give you a job.

Maybe we should discuss this
at another time.

Come on.

[speaking in foreign language]

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I'm trying to imagine

what it would be like
to work for you.

Mr. Reynolds,
nobody's forcing you.

That's true.

I think that
it would be good for you.

You never even looked away,
Carlos.

I'd piss all over myself,
I'd cry.

You'd drink coffee
and look right at me.

Stuart, maybe you should tell
your client the trial's over.

We have to put it behind us,
Peter.

- We?
- Yes, we. We were both victims.

You were not a victim!

But since
it's so important to you

to think of yourself as one,

you can be a victim now.

- Neil: Come on, Carlos, let's go.
- Sit down.

Sit!

Peter, what are you doing?

- I'm illustrating something.
- Do it without the gun.

Without the gun,
Mr. Mendez would leave.

He would get
a very distorted view

of what it means to be a victim.

Neil: Uh, Mr. Reynolds, please.

Don't do this, Peter.

Do you see?

A soldier can't leave.
He can desert.

But a prisoner
always has a gun pointed at him.

- I'm sorry I didn't desert.
- You're sorry.

- You're just not guilty.
Neil: Oh, my God, don't.

Peter: I think it is
very important that Mr. Mendez

uses precise language

in characterizing
our respective roles.

He poured ice water over me

so the electric current
would travel better,

so that it would hurt more.

Peter. Peter!

[ice rattling]

Peter: I was wet. He was dry.

Now he's wet and I'm dry.

What do you want from me?

I want you to understand
the distinction.

[groans] I'm begging you.

We were not both victims!

- Stop!
- He has to understand.

No, he doesn't.
You understand, Peter.

You understand that you're alive
and that you're free.

You were strong enough
to survive all that.

Now just be strong enough
to walk away.

[thuds]

- Neil: Oh, my God!
- Peter, don't.

[clacks]

[sighs]

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If I was strong...

it'd be loaded.

[gun clatters]

[sobbing]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

The other day you told me

that the people here don't go
behind each other's backs

having secret meetings
with clients.

Nice lunch with Scott Perot?

There was nothing inappropriate
about that meeting.

No?

Well, whatever you told him,

he's under the impression
that you and I

will not be working together
in the future.

Are you planning
on leaving this firm, Leland?

Are you planning
on leaving this firm?

No, I'm not.

Are you under the impression

that I'm leaving?

I want you to step down,
Rosalind.

Have I done anything wrong?

It's not that you've done
anything specifically wrong,

but you don't breed any loyalty
among the people here.

The other day
Michael Kuzak was telling me

he was thinking of leaving.

Oh, I can replace him
in a minute.

I know several litigators--

But you see, I couldn't do that.

He's-- he's very close to me.

I-- I couldn't replace him
in a second.

See, that's where
you come up short.

Leland, I didn't want this job.

But if you suddenly take over
again after just a month,

I'll be humiliated in front
of the entire legal community.

I may never get another chance
like this.

I think, in time,

the people here will be
much more comfortable with me.

We don't have that time.

If I don't take over now,
this place will fall apart.

I'm not stepping down.

You're only in power
by my consent.

If you and I do battle,
you couldn't possibly win.

I'm not stepping down.

Then I'll have to break you.

You want a war, Leland?

Fine. You got one.

[traffic bustling]

[Stuart sighs]

Ann: Quite a scene
in here today, Markowitz.

[sighs]

- You alright?
- Mm-hmm.

My dad had an uncle.

Uncle Heshie.

He was a Shakespearean actor.
[chuckles]

He used to play King Lear
in Yiddish. [chuckles]

I have pictures of him at home.

He was this imposing character.

Wore these great clothes.

People would come
from all over the countryside

to watch him perform.

He died in Buchenwald.

Honey, how about
if you and I go home?

All those Jews, Ann...

they were tortured in places
like Dachau and Bergen-Belsen,

Majdanek, Auschwitz.

They disappeared
into night and fog.

Nacht und Nebel.

And I was brought up to believe

that every last German
was to blame.

You were also brought up
to condemn violence, Stuart.

Yeah, I think the worst thing
I've ever done to anybody

is sue them. Hm.

Oh, that can be pretty bad.

It's not revenge.

- It's not violent revenge.
- It's not revenge.

So what do you do?

You hold on to the hatred.

That's what you do.

You hold on to it?

Ann, the people
who died in those camps...

they were people like me.

So, you can't ever get beyond
the hatred?

Never.

[door shuts]

[door opens]

Hey, Ralphy boy,
somebody is here to see you.

What's going on, dad?

Well, it's about time
you showed up.

I got a lodge meeting tonight.

Then you shouldn't have
stolen a bus.

[bangs] Seventeen years I've
been working for that company!

Seventeen years!

In the summertime,
dying from the heat!

In the winter time,
freezing from the cold!

The rain, the sleet, the snow!

You know that sign, "The mail
goes through no matter what?"

You know why? Do you know why?

Because the mailman
rides with me.

- What's your name?
- Ralph Kramden.

- Murray Melman.
- Ralph Kramden!

Ralph Kramden is a TV character,
daddy.

He was played by an actor named
Jackie Gleason.

Don't be a wisenheimer, Alice.

Don't be a wisenheimer!

You're not gonna talk me out of
this. It's just like you to try.

But you are not gonna talk me
out of this.

I'm not gonna post bail, daddy,
unless you promise to get help.

- A man's home is like a ship.
- Oh, God.

And on that ship
I am the captain

and you are nothing
but a lowly, third-class seaman.

"My job
is just to swab the deck,

get the mess and see that
the captain is happy."

Alice, where are you going?

"Seaman Kramden
reporting to the poop deck

until this big wind blows over!"

You remember that one?

I watched it with you.

[sighs]

That was a long time ago.

Daddy, why are you doing this?

I don't know.

Please, let me take care of you.

No.

Thank you.

Roxanne: You can't be
on your own anymore.

I'm not gonna leave you alone.

Do whatever you have to do, kid.

Only, leave me
the hell out of it.

[sobbing]

[theme music]

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