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Ms. Van owen, any last-second predictions on the verdict?

- No. - 35 minutes.

Isn't that a short deliberation

- for a murder trial? - Depends. Excuse me.

[reporters clamoring]

Clerk: This court is now in session.

The honorable Richard Armand presiding.

Please come to order.

Quiet, please.

Mr. Foreman. Has the jury reached a verdict?

Yes we have, Your Honor.

Will the defendant please rise?

"In the matter of people vs. Walt Buckner,

criminal complaint number 4258,

we the jury find the defendant

guilty of murder in the first degree."

Clerk: "We further find the special circumstances to exist,

namely that the victim was a corrections officer

acting in the line of duty,

and that the defendant had knowledge of the same

at the time the murder was committed."

Does the District Attorney seek to modify its request

with respect to sentencing?

No, Your Honor, the people reaffirm its request

for the penalty phase hearing,

and that the defendant be sentenced to death.

Members of the jury, I thank you for your verdict.

Armand: Insofar as this is a capital case, however,

your job is not finished.

This jury, together with parties,

will reconvene tomorrow morning at 10 A.M.

for a new and separate trial.

The sole issue of which will be whether to sentence

this defendant to life imprisonment,

without the possibility of parole,

or to death by an infliction of lethal gas.

This court is adjourned.

[indistinct chatter]

If I die, bitch, so do you.

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- Gracie? Grace: Yeah?

Don't you think you're being a little cavalier about this?

This was a death threat.

I knew I shouldn't have told you about it.

- You're overreacting. - The guy's a killer, Grace.

He's a punk. And he's in custody.

If I hear he's escaped out a window,

then I'll rethink my position.

What harm could it do to ask for a little protection?

Uh-uh. No.

No, because if I let a threat like this intimidate me,

then I've given him the kind of credibility

these animals thrive on.

Michael, I love you for being so concerned.

But I know what I'm doing, okay?

[sighs] Okay.

Gotta go. Thanks for breakfast.

[sighs] Right.

Grace: Miss me.

Rox, it's not here.

It couldn't have just walked away.

This is great.

I'll just go into the meeting

and tell 'em that my temp secretary

threw out the visitation schedule.

Snapping at me isn't going to help us find it, ya know.

Where did the agency find this girl?

A hospital for the criminally insane?

I-- I-- I thought she was gonna cut my throat

every time I asked her to do anything.

The agency assured me the one they're sending over

this morning is highly qualified.

Rox, it's not here. I've looked.

Here it is.

Thank god.

Now, if you'll excuse me please,

I've got a lot to do if I'm going to

get to the courthouse by 9:00.

Rox, how long is this jury duty thing gonna last, anyway?

The judge said we'd be there at least 'til thursday.

Well, maybe, maybe you could come by in the afternoons.

I mean, things are really starting to pile up here.

- I'll try. - Please. Try hard, Rox.

I-- I-- I can't function like this.

If I'm so invaluable to you, then compensate me for it.

- Not this again. - Arnie. Nothing's changed.

Either I get my raise or I'm gone.

I said I'd give you 'til friday to decide.

And I'll live up to that.

If you find you can get along

with a replacement, fine.

But otherwise, you'll have to pay me what I'm worth.

- Oh, sorry. - Excuse me.

Excuse me, I'm looking for Mr. Becker's office.

Roxanne: You are? - Meredith Wiggins.

- I'm from the agency. Hi! - Hi. I'm Arnie Becker.

- Uh, Roxanne Melman. - Sorry I'm late.

Let me take you through the basic job requirements.

Don't be silly. You're gonna be late for jury duty.

Roxanne: Are you sure? - Go. Go.

- I'll take it from here. - Okay then.

- Nice to meet you, Roxanne. - Don't worry about a thing.

We'll manage just fine. Bye.

I'm dreadfully sorry. Traffic was absolutely chaotic.

Meredith: And I had no idea where I was going.

So, your car was stopped at the red light.

Then what happened?

Harkevy: The guy leaps out of his car

and starts charging me,

making this weird sound,

"Woo! Woo!"

Attorney: And, um, what did you do?

Harkevy: I was scared.

I locked my door. Rolled up the window.

Next thing I know, he's got this tire iron

and he starts smashing my car with it.

I mean, he's swinging and slamming and bashing.

All the time he's going, "Woo! Woo! Woo!"

- He was a mad man. - Objection.

Witness lacks foundation to render psychiatric opinions.

Move that the answer be stricken.

Sustained. Disregard that last remark.

Attorney: What happened next, sir?

I got out of my BMW to protect it.

I mean, he was bashing it to bits.

And that's when you engaged in the fist fight?

Right. And then the police came.

Attorney: Then what happened? - They arrested him.

Thank you, Mr. Harkevy.

Your witness.

You say, sir, you first became aware

of the defendant's vehicle

- upon the sound of his horn? - That's right.

Sylvia: And do you know what occasioned him

to blow his horn, sir?

Well, I pulled into the lane that he was in

and I guess he just didn't like it.

But I was completely in the right.

And you signaled with your directional, sir,

before the sudden and reckless veer into the lane?

Objection. No "sudden or reckless veer"

has been established here.

- Sustained. - Sorry.

Did you indicate with your blinker, sir,

before changing lanes with your vehicle?

I certainly did. I have excellent driving habits.

And at the sound of my client's horn, sir,

did you respond with obscene gesticulation?

Well... [sighs]

it-- it's part of everyday driving.

But that doesn't mean he should jump out of his car

and come at me with a crowbar.

Objection to the term "crowbar."

inflammatory. Move for immediate mistrial.

- Come on, Mr. Sylvia. - Sorry.

Would it be a fair representation, sir,

to say that my client took exception

to your driving maneuver,

expressed his indignation after which

you demonstrated reciprocal displeasure

to the point where the disagreement escalated

into a violent confrontation?

A confrontation he started.

Move that the answer be stricken. Non-responsive.

Ask that the witness be sanctioned.

No further questions.

Sorry.

And then what happened?

And then he forced me into the cell.

Where I see they already got two other guards tied up.

Your Honor, it has already been established at trial

that this man saw the stabbing.

But this has nothing to do with sentencing.

I'm leading up to the threats made by the defendant

against this witness.

Threats which were inadmissible

at trial but are relevant for this proceeding.

Well, then just get to them, Ms. Van owen.

There's no need for him to recount the murder.

Can you tell us, Mr. Mosha, what happened

after the prison officials entered the cell

and retook custody of Mr. Buckner?

It was right after the stabbing.

Nicky was still lying on the floor.

Mosha: I think he was already dead.

And Buckner, as they were taking him out,

he looks at me and smiles.

He's got this big smile on his face.

And he says, "killing guards is extra fun."

Are you still a correctional officer

- at San Quentin, Mr. Mosha? - I quit.

You got guys with life sentences in there

with nothing to lose by killing again.

Courts say we can't keep 'em in isolation.

They all manage to get weapons.

Objection, now he's philosophizing

- on prison reform. - Sustained.

Uh, please limit your remarks to Mr. Buckner only.

I'm talking about guys like Buckner.

He already had a life sentence when he killed Nicky.

If you just give him another one, you'll give him

- carte blanche to do it again. - Objection.

Sustained. The jury will disregard that statement.

Disregard it?

That man is gonna kill again

when he gets back into prison.

How the hell do you tell them to disregard that?

- Objection. - Sustained.

Now, don't make me cite you

for contempt, Mr. Mosha.

- Banora vs. Cromwell Aircraft. - Unchanged.

Douglas: Richardson estates. - Status quo.

Stuart, how far along are we with the partnership return?

Arnie. Do you have any aspirin?

Stuart: With luck and a stiff breeze, they should be through

- the bulk of it by April 1. Leland: That's excellent.

Yeah, then it's just a question of sitting down

with everybody, making sure the arithmetic's right.

Excuse me.

Could you gentlemen table

your little sidebar until we've completed

- the morning's business? - Sorry, Douglas.

- Anything further? Victor: Yes.

Can I just ask something? Does anybody have any aspirin?

I think I have one in my purse.

You alright?

Ann, I've had this toothache all week.

I can do better than aspirin, Victor.

I can give you a dentist. Dr. Rothberg.

Mike's right. You should get it taken care of.

- I-- I hate dentists. - Well, he's great.

You know, one shot of novocaine, you won't feel a thing.

Wh-- what is it? Kind of a steady, throbbing pain?

- Yeah. Yeah, that's it. - Yeah, boy.

I just hope it's not a root canal.

Lelenad: Oh, I had that once.

They had to cut into the jawbone to kill the nerve.

Please. I get vasovagal response.

- What? Douglas: Even the thought of it.

The drilling. The huge needles. Makes me faint.

Ooh, there's nothing worse than lying there helpless,

your mouth wide open and that-- that little drill starts

grinding away... Zzz...

Arnie: Then little bits of teeth start flying out.

Oh, smoke. You start to see smoke.

And that terrible burning smell.

- Stop. - Guys, please.

- Gimme a break, okay? - Oh, that's nothing.

When I was in high school, I went to the dentist

and he was drilling my cavity, right?

And I flinched a-- and the drill took this big chunk

Stuart: right outta my tongue. - Oh, yuck.

Stuart: Yeah. Blood was pouring out all over the place.

I couldn't eat for days. It was a tragedy.

- Stitches? - Uh-uh. No, no.

The, uh, tongue is the fastest healing part of the body.

You can practically hack the whole thing right off.

- Excuse me. Michael: Uh, seriously, Victor.

I think you oughta let Dr. Rothberg check you out.

Victor: Yeah, I guess I should. - Elizabeth has the number.

- She can set it up for you. - Thanks, Mike.

Ooh.

Ooh, Douglas. You alright? Douglas?

[groans]

- Hi. Victor: Hi.

The dentist will be with you in a minute.

Thank you.

- Mr. Sifuentes? - Yes.

Hi. I'm Dr. Pennebaker.

I'm sorry we couldn't fit you in yesterday.

- It's okay. - What seems to be the trouble?

- Uh, my tooth hurts. [laughs] Pennebaker: Which one?

The, uh, lower one in the back, on the right.

I think.

- Okay. Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Let's take a look.

How did you get to me?

Uh, Mike Kuzak recommended Dr. Rothberg.

Did he call in sick?

Dr. Rothberg called in dead.

Passed away six months ago. I'm taking over for him.

- Open. - Ugh.

- Ooh. You have great teeth. - Oh. Thank you.

Do you floss them regularly?

You should, you know if you want 'em to stay that way.

You might feel just a little bit of pain.

- Ugh. - Sorry.

What you have is a deteriorated filling.

The good news is i think we got it in time.

It's just a matter of re-drilling

and putting in a new silver filling.

That should take care of it,

unless you start picking up radio stations.

- What? - It's just a joke.

I'm being sued, malpractice. Open.

Okay. Close.

You're a lawyer aren't you, Mr. Sifuentes?

You know this case is completely groundless.

This crazy woman claims that I drugged her,

and while she was knocked out I planted a radio receiver

in her bridgework. Can you believe that?

At first I thought if I just ignored her

maybe she'd drop the suit and it'd go away,

but now I have to go to court tomorrow.

Do you think that if I just explain that to the judge

that he'd, everything will be okay?

- [laughs] Uh-uh... - Open.

You're gonna feel just a little pinch,

and then a burning sensation.

You know, it's so upsetting to be accused of something

even as silly as this. I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Hey. Maybe you could help me.

[groans]

Great. [sighs] I'm so relieved.

Bridges: I'd been working in the prison laundry room

for about six months when they transferred him in.

I want you to tell the jury exactly what you saw

on October 12th, 1980.

Well, like I said, I was in the laundry room.

It was towards the end of the shift.

And I see Buckner wrestle this young kid into the alcove,

push him onto the floor with a knife against his throat.

And he raped him right there on the floor.

I could see the whole thing from where I was standing.

Then he takes the knife, after he's done,

and he sticks it right above the kids knee,

and he starts rippin' up the leg with it.

Bridges: All the way up to his thigh.

And then he told the kid he'd cut his leg right off

if he ever said a word to anybody.

Grace: And did he? - No. Neither did I.

Why is that, Mr. Bridges?

'Cause inmates who say things about other prisoners

end up with knives in their backs.

The guards can't protect you?

Lady, the guards don't run that joint.

The Buckners do. I'm in for five years.

Waitin' that long, that ain't the problem.

- Trick is living that long. - No further questions.

Before appearing as a witness here, you made a deal with

- the prosecutor, didn't you? Bridges: Yes.

Attorney: They agreed to expedite your parole

if you provided testimony against Mr. Buckner.

Doesn't change what I saw.

You'd do anything to get out of prison.

- Isn't that right, Mr. Bridges? - Yeah, I cut a deal.

But I'm tellin' the truth.

You don't know who that guy is, man.

He's killed people you don't even know about.

There ain't nobody safe.

Attorney: Objection, Your Honor. - Sustained.

The jury will disregard the witness' last remarks.

Attorney: You've had five years to tell your story.

Now, why is it you never said anything until now.

'cause I would've been killed.

It was an argument. An argument that turned violent. That's all.

It was a vicious attack.

Quiet. I'll give you your chance in a minute.

Excuse me, but since we've appointed Mr. Gelber

as foreman, I think he should moderate.

He can moderate all he wants after I have my say.

Now, look. Look, this-- this Harkevy guy.

He forces the defendant's car off the road.

Then he flips him the bird.

Now, I don't condone what the defendant did,

but I don't think we should criminally convict the guy

for a situation where a lot of normal people

- would lose their tempers. Gelber: I disagree.

Normal people don't bash cars and hoot like whooping cranes.

What would you do if some nut almost makes you crash, huh?

And then tells you where to go. You'd be pretty upset.

[scoffs] I wouldn't resort to violence.

Well, maybe there's something wrong with you, then.

I mean, I'm not calling you a coward or nothin'.

But I'd hate to see a guy goin' to jail

just because of a little yellow streak on the jury.

This has nothing to do with bravery, Mr. Novicky.

Novicky: I just think it's important that we all know

where each of us is coming from.

And I, uh, just wanna make it clear that you're a man

who always remains peaceful no matter how much he's pushed.

- Hey. - Mr. Novicky.

Keep your hands off me.

What? Who's to stop me?

[gasps]

- I'll stop you. - You?

- A meek little mole like you? - Stop it.

[protests]

Roxanne: Stop it. Both of you.

What's the matter with you?

Okay. Okay. I'm-- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I was just trying to show

that there's the potential for violence in every man,

if he's sufficiently provoked.

Novicky: And in those moments, we can all behave

out of character.

Now, again. I'm not trying to suggest

that the defendant should be congratulated

for losing his cool.

I just hate to see a man's life ruined

because he blew a fuse after a little traffic beef.

Come on, folks, hasn't everybody

been punished enough for this already?

So, what you're saying Doctor, is Walt Buckner,

in many ways, is a victim himself.

Oh, in almost every way.

He was, um, orphaned at age six.

Bassett: Sexually abused at age eight.

He was shuttled from foster home to foster home.

Now, these aren't great springboards

for emotional stability.

Now, Doctor, did you have occasion

to do a psychiatric workup

Attorney: on Walt Buckner? - I did.

And can you state for the court your conclusions

from this examination?

Well, I found Mr. Buckner to be a man abused,

emotionally and physically since childhood.

Bassett: His life has been consumed with violence,

and despair, and in many ways he's done nothing but perpetuate

the environment he was born into.

His behavior, given his upbringing,

is totally predictable.

Attorney: Do you think, Doctor,

that if exposed to positive influences,

- this man could change? - Uh, it's possible. Yes.

Thank you, Dr. Bassett. That's all.

You think this man is capable of changing?

Well, I believe every man is capable of reformation,

and, uh, Mr. Buckner's no exception.

A man who has killed four times?

Bassett: Believe it or not, yes.

You see, the propensity for redemption

is in every one of us, however latent.

When you examined Mr. Buckner,

you refused to be alone with him, didn't you?

Well, there's usually, um, a guard

present for those things.

But you specifically demanded that a guard

- be present, didn't you? - Yes.

Because you were afraid of him, right, Doctor?

You were afraid for your life.

Bassett: It was just a precaution.

Just a precaution?

Nothing further.

Basically, Larry, we're not even gonna enter

into the question of religious training until we're amended

on the joint custody provision.

Insofar as the Sheik does not have U.S. Citizenship

and insofar as there's a perceived,

if not very real threat, that he may be tempted

to take the kids out of the country.

[phone ringing]

Larry, she's adamant on this point.

[giggling]

No, I've gotta tell ya right now,

it's not gonna fly.

Larry, could you hold on for a minute?

[giggling]

I have to call you back, Aam. Kisses. Bye.

Could we get the other line, please.

I'm on a very important call.

- Sure. - Thank you.

Meredith: Mr. Becker's office. Hello?

Hi, Larry. [dial tone]

Meredith: They hung up.

- Meredith. I lost my call. - Did I cut you off?

Could you get Larry Radnes back on the line, please?

[sighs]

Boy, this, uh, just hasn't been my day, has it?

It's not your fault. These phones are kinda tricky.

Well, I appreciate you being so patient with me.

It's a new situation. Ease up on yourself.

- You'll get the hang of it. - I hope so.

I'll tell you what. Let me finish with this call...

The two of us oughta sit down and get to know each other.

Maybe we'll grab a little lunch. Sound like fun?

I know a great little Japanese place right across the street.

Well, uh, thanks anyway, but I brought a bag lunch.

You sure?

Do you want me to try that call again for you?

- Hey. How's the tooth? - Fine.

Rothberg's a great guy, isn't he?

Sorry to break the sad news to you,

but Rothberg croaked six months ago.

- Seriously? - Seriously.

- Well, how? What happened? - I didn't ask.

Anyway, you should see this woman who's taken over for him.

Unbelievable.

- You ask her out? - Uh, not exactly.

I couldn't figure out what to say.

So she starts telling me about this minor malpractice action.

So, I'm representing her.

[laughs] Sounds serious.

I could get real with this woman, Mike.

Very real.

[laughs]

Ann. Cromwell Interrogatories.

- That was fast. - I have a date tonight.

- George Handelman? - Mm-hmm.

- Are we getting serious? - I don't know. I like him.

- Have you, um... - No, we haven't "um."

Well, I trust you'll keep me abreast of the situation.

[laughs]

You know, ladies and gentlemen,

I've sat here and I've listened to the District Attorney

do everything she can do to convince you

that my client is nothing but a vile, deranged piece of filth.

She's tried so hard to depict him

as something less than human,

Attorney: in the hopes that it will make it easier for you

to expunge his very existence.

But no matter what she says,

she cannot escape one simple fact...

and that is, the human life

is god's greatest and most mystifying creation.

It has the capacity for good, the capacity for bad,

but most of all, it has the capacity for change.

Don't take this life,

unless you make no room for the possibility

that there is, or ever will be something of value in it.

The last time you went to that jury room,

you returned with a verdict that said, in effect,

we will not tolerate the taking of a human life.

I beg of you now,

let your next verdict reflect that same sentiment.

Thank you.

He is asking you to believe that this man will change.

That there may be value in his life.

Ladies and gentlemen, Walter Buckner will never

be anything but the hideous murderer

that he is at this very moment.

He is a cold-blooded, remorseless killer.

He was 14 years old

when he murdered Raphael Barletta

for which he served only 2 1/2 years

in a juvenile facility.

17 when he raped Meg Jones, 22 when he murdered Fred James

and Ricardo Wallace. And now at the age of 28,

Grace: the culmination of Mr. Buckner's career,

the execution of corrections officer Clemence Rud.

If you do not sentence walt Buckner to death,

you will be telling him this last one was for free.

You murdered Nicholas Clemence Rud,

ripped him from his young family

in a senseless explosion of hatred,

but we as a society are not gonna punish you.

That is the message that you will be sending him,

and to every other lifer, and to every other prison guard,

and to every prison in this state.

Sentence this man to death,

because, people, he is not finished yet.

And the question before you is not whether

somebody will die, somebody will.

The question before you is whether it will be him,

or his next victim.

Thank you.

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Reporter: Ms. Van owen. Are you predicting execution?

- No comment. - Ms. Van owen.

How upset are you gonna be if they let this guy live?

Please. Not now.

[reporters clamoring]

Clerk: This court is now in session.

Be seated and come to order.

Will the defendant please rise?

Clerk: "In the matter of people vs. Walt Buckner,

criminal complaint number 4258,

we the jury sentence the defendant to death."

The defense asks that the verdict be set aside.

So noted.

Armand: Members of the jury,

this concludes your obligations before this court.

And I want to thank you for carrying out

your responsibilities under these trying circumstances.

You're dismissed. And this court is adjourned.

- Grace! - You gone lady! You dead meat!

Dead meat!

I'm putting two uniforms on you.

They'll walk you to and from your car,

and they'll park outside your place at night.

- That's not enough. - The man's in custody, Michael.

Well, his gang friends aren't.

You're gonna have to cut off his visitors.

We're on top of it, Counsel.

Grace, let me ask ya something. You got a gun?

- No. - Do yourself a favor.

I'll take care of the permits.

And that's your answer? Arming the victims?

Maybe it's not the answer, but it won't hurt.

Grace: Well, it sends a hell of a message, doesn't it, Bruce?

A society of law and order, but just in case, pack a pistol.

There could be a nut out there looking to blow your head off,

and you're worried about what message you send?

All I know is that I am supposed to,

supposed to represent the criminal justice system.

And the day that I validate the notion

that the only way to affect order is for District Attorneys

to strap sidearms to their hips, that is the day I quit.

I'm not talking department policy here.

- I'm talking survival. - I have never even fired a gun.

And I'm not about to start carrying one.

Not now. Not ever.

8-1, 9-1... [scoffs]

10-1... 10-2.

10-2 in favor of acquittal.

[sighs] Okay.

Who here besides Gelber voted guilty?

- I did. - Ah, come on.

If we wind up deadlocked here we haven't done our job.

If you ask me, only two of us did our jobs.

The rest of you were intimidated.

Novicky: Ma'am, we've been through this.

The guy just snapped his cork.

And you want him to have a criminal record?

Not be able to get a job?

He broke the law.

A-- a-- and according to the judge's instructions,

it's not mitigated by the fact that he did so in a snit.

Look, lady. Suppose you were provoked like that.

Suppose somebody came up to you...

You try any demonstrations with me,

Mr. Novicky, and I'll go right to the police

and swear out a complaint.

You saw Mr. Gelber explode.

Novicky: Now, you don't think he's a criminal, do ya?

Roxanne: I don't deny that we're all capable of violence,

but that's the reason we have laws.

Laws against smashing things with crowbars.

Laws against assaulting people on juries.

I don't care how much you sympathize

with him, Mr. Novicky. What that man did was illegal.

And every person in this room knows it.

Now I say we take another vote.

- No way. - I say she's right.

Me too. Pass the papers.

Oh, come on. Wait a minute.

You wait a minute, Novicky.

We're taking another vote.

Man: Yeah. I think we should.

[indistinct chatter]

Alright, Ms. Rheinhold.

Since you're representing yourself,

I am just gonna let you tell your story

in narrative form. Go ahead, please.

Well, on September 9th, I consulted Dr. Pennebaker

for what I thought was an abscess.

Against my will, she put me under sedation,

and while I was out she evidently inserted

some kind of microscopic receiver in my teeth.

Because ever since I left that office,

my mouth picks up radio stations.

Now, I have asked her several times to stop this.

But she won't do it. Nobody will do it.

Ex-- excuse me, ma'am.

You're saying that your mouth

is picking up radio signals?

Well, of course that is what I am saying.

I am telling you what happened to me.

Ma'am, has anybody else heard these sounds?

How could they not, I mean, it's so loud

sometimes I can't hear myself think.

Mr. Sifuentes, do you have any questions

you'd like to ask?

Yes, Judge. Ms. Rheinhold,

how often do you hear this radio?

Constantly.

I get no peace. I... I don't sleep nights.

Can you tell me if it's playing right now?

Can't you hear it?

[murmuring]

There. That is what I'm forced to live with.

I'm very sorry, ma'am...

but I couldn't hear anything.

What?

Well, you're on her side. [laughs]

I mean, Judge, you heard it.

Oh. I'm afraid I didn't either, Ms. Rheinhold.

You're all in this together. I should've known.

Nobody's gonna help me.

We would all like to help you, ma'am.

It plays so loud, it's ruining my life

and none of you will help me. None of you.

Ms. Rheinhold, have you seen any other doctors about this?

What? Oh, you mean... you mean a shrink?

You mean like I'm crazy? Well, I, um...

There's nothing the matter with me.

It's this damn, damn radio!

I-- I just want, I just want you people

to help me before I kill myself.

- Approach the bench? - Yeah.

If we could just have the judgment, Your Honor.

We won't be seeking costs.

Ms. Rheinhold, I am going to have to enter judgment

for the defense, since I don't find your testimony

Judge: to be credible.

I am sorry, but there is nothing else I can do.

You're all against me.

You're telling me that you don't hear this?

You-- you-- you're tellin' me...

You're all against me. [sobbing]

Tellin' me that you can't hear this.

You're tellin' me...

that you can't hear this?

[crying] That you can't hear this.

Grace.

I'm, uh, sorry about this morning.

Oh, it's okay, John. It wasn't your fault.

So, will you be handling the appeal in this,

or will it go to the Appellate Division?

If I have any say, my involvement is over.

This wasn't my favorite case.

For what's it's worth, mine either.

[screams]

Officer: Drop the gun! Get him! Get down!

Ambulance!

Oh no. Oh no.

John: Get an ambulance!

Oh no. Oh no. Oh.

Yo, Mike.

- Where is she? - This way.

Now, look, she's fine. It's just a graze.

How the hell could this have happened?

13-year-old kid. He just jumped and fired.

You okay?

Grace: I don't know. I guess.

She's gonna be fine. We don't even need a sling.

Oh. Thank you.

Oh god, Gracie.

Can you get me a carry permit?

Yeah. We'll take care of it.

Gracie. You said it yourself.

Getting a gun is not the answer.

I said that before having the barrel of one

pointed at my head.

Yeah. I know. I know.

And I'm not gonna let that happen again.

The next time someone comes after me,

I wanna be able to shoot first.

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I'm so sorry.

Oh.

I think the spelling's okay now.

Thanks. Listen, um...

I feel like I owe you an apology.

What for?

Well, I've been so busy the past couple days,

we haven't had a chance to sit down and chat.

It's okay.

Can I make it up to you? Maybe take you out for a drink?

I'd like to, but Sam's taking me to chinatown tonight.

What's with this Sam? Are you two, uh, serious?

- Pretty serious. - You're married?

- No. No. - Engaged?

So, in other words, I still have a shot.

No.

- Hi. - Hi, Sam.

Sam, this is Arnie Becker. My boss.

- How do you do? - Hi.

We should get going, Meri.

Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, Arnie.

Bye.

Both: bye.

- Hi. - Oh, hi. How'd it go?

Between you and me, how do you stand him?

He's such a slime-doggie.

[laughter]

Arnie.

- How's she doing? - Too unpredictable.

Can't rely on somebody like that.

- How's your trial? - We convicted him.

Almost everyone in the jury voted at first to acquit him,

even though he was guilty as sin.

But then I changed their minds.

What? Did you threaten to quit the jury?

Very funny.

W-- wait, wait. What are you doing?

Cleaning out my desk. It's what you want, isn't it?

You're really gonna bust me on this thing, aren't you?

- No. It's your choice, Arnie. - Well, great. Some choice.

Would I rather cut off my arm or my leg?

Stop making this so personal. It's only money.

You know, that's right. It's only money.

This is stupid. We're not getting anywhere.

Okay. Alright. Alright.

- Alright, what? - Alright. You win.

- Really? - Yeah.

Cost of living from the firm,

the rest can be out of my own pocket.

You sure it won't be too much of a hardship?

Roxanne...

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Pennebaker: Happy?

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

I probably shouldn't say this.

It, uh, just might go to your head.

It's been a long time since I felt this good about anybody.

When I saw the way you were in court...

you were so gentle, and so compassionate.

You know, I'd almost given up entirely on men.

Aw, come on, Jocelyn.

It is very hard for me to imagine

you being on the shelf.

I scare away a lot of men.

They think I intimidate them.

[laughs]

A lot of guys don't have the, uh, ego strength

to deal with a successful woman.

- This is true. - Mm-hmm.

A lot of guys are also jerks.

Mm-hmm.

Sometimes I think it's my fault, though.

I'm a...

I'm a very passionate woman, Victor.

Sometimes I think too passionate.

When I give, I like to give all of myself.

Does that frighten you?

I don't scare easy.

You're an amazing man, Victor.

- That I don't know about. - Mm-hmm.

I wanna do something very special for you tonight.

Hmm.

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[motor whirring]

[sighs] That's it.

Almost.

Almost done. [laughs]

If you could just move your tongue a tad...

[laughs] Perfect.

[laughs]

Ooh. Victor.

I just love your mouth.

No awful pyrea.

Just big, beautiful gums.

And strong, white teeth.

[laughter]

[sighs]

How does that feel?

[gargles]

[laughter]

You should floss more. Your gums are bleeding.

Spit.

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Wh-- what are you doing?

I think I missed a piece of gristle. Open.

Oh, no. No, no, no. Jocelyn, really.

It's okay. It's okay.

[mumbles]

Oh, Victor. You have such a beautiful mouth

and I wanna take care of it for you.

[groans]

Ah. Tada!

Exhibit A.

Great. Thanks.

Now, mm, where were we?

Damn. Will you look at what time it is? 9:30.

So?

I didn't realize it was so late, Jocelyn.

I gotta go.

- Don't you wanna stay? - I wish I could, really.

But I got this big case in the morning.

Victor, did I, uh, did I say something wrong?

No, no. No, no, no. This was great. Believe me.

Well, I-- I mean, I don't-- I don't understand.

Then why are you leaving?

I-- I mean, I-- I know you don't have to go home to work.

Why would I make up a thing like that?

Listen. I'll call you, alright?

You're not gonna call me, are you?

Jocelyn, come on. Let's not spoil a great evening.

You let me give, and give, and give,

and now you're through with me.

Oh, Victor.

You're not capable of having a real intimacy

with a-- a woman who's your equal.

[scoffs]

Jocelyn, I-- I gotta go.

Get out.

Hey. Thanks for the dinner, huh?

It was, uh, it was great.

Thank you. We'll see ya, alright?

Yeah. Oh. [laughs]

Just in time.

How are you, this evening?

I need to buy a gun.

Sport or personal protection?

Protection.

Have you had any experience with firearms?

I've never used one.

Uh-huh. In that case, I would recommend a shotgun.

Trouble with a handgun, unless you're five feet

from the target, chances are you're not gonna hit anything.

You're in bed, you hear a prowler,

you come in the living room with this mama...

if the sound alone doesn't scare him off,

your only problem's gonna be cleaning the mess off the walls.

[trigger click]

- I need a gun I can carry. - Oh.

I'm afraid that's against the law.

I'm with the District Attorney's office,

and I do have a carry permit.

In that case, you're gonna want a revolver, huh?

Now these are your revolvers right here.

This is, uh...

This is what a lot of the ladies are buying.

Smith and Wesson ...38 caliber special.

Five-shot, two-inch barrel.

Easy to operate. Just close it,

pull back the hammer, wham!

Anything lighter, you're down to a .22.

Now, obviously it's gonna depend on the circumstances,

but, uh, a guy on drugs, you hit him with a .22,

he might not even know he's been shot.

A .38 you can be sure you can knock him off his feet.

You just walk over and stick it in his ear...

[trigger click] pow!

Wrap your fingers around this baby,

you're a stone killer.

[trigger clicks]

Sexy, isn't it?

Yes.

It is.

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[sighs]

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