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Describe for us, if you will, what took place

in the Four Deuces on the night of January eleventh.

My boyfriend and I were sitting

across from each other in a booth

and there were only a couple of other people there.

Two men came in.

One went up to the bartender,

put a gun to his face and asked for money.

And the other one came over to Matty

and asked what he was looking at.

Matty is your boyfriend?

He was.

Then the guy looked down at me.

He shoved me over and sat down.

He reached into his jacket

and pulled out a knife and put it to my neck.

Victor: What happened then, Carmen?

The guy with the gun came over to Matty

and put it to his head,

while the one with the knife...

raped me.

Did anyone try to interfere?

No.

Carmen, were there any police officers

in the bar at the time?

I didn't know it at the time,

but he is a police officer and he was there.

Victor: Let the record indicate that the plaintiff

has identified Officer Carl Sackett

of the Los Angeles police department.

You're now suing the city of Los Angeles.

Can you tell us why?

Because he could have stopped it and he didn't.

Victor: Did he ever identify himself as a police officer?

Not until they left.

Victor: Carmen, can you tell the court

if you perceive any differences in your day-to-day life

following what happened to you on January 11th?

I can't stand to be alone.

I-- I used to come home from work...

to my own apartment and I would go out

at night with my boyfriend.

Now I live back at my mother's.

My girlfriend comes to pick me up in the morning,

drives me to work.

I don't go out anymore.

But what happened to you is over.

It's not over.

There are men with knives everywhere.

There are also police.

He is a police.

He... What difference did it make?

A coward can strap on a gun,

the only one he protects is himself.

He didn't care what happened to me

as long as he could walk away.

Don't you talk to me about police.

There's no such thing as police.

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Rohner versus Gradinger.

Now that Kleinberg's quit,

I assume this one is back in my lap.

Douglas: Correct assumption.

Victor: Carillo versus the City of Los Angeles.

Trial is in progress.

Leland: I must say, I would have thought

this is one that could be settled.

I wouldn't be trying it if that were the case.

Douglas: DePaul versus Boxer.

Michael: We're ready to pick a jury.

- Good morning, Benny. - Good morning.

They were all out of pumpernickel.

Oh, well, that's alright. Whatever you've got is fine.

Benny: I got one extra poppy seed

and one extra salt instead of two pumpernickel.

- That's fine. - How's your mother?

She had to go back in the hospital again.

Leland: Well, if you need to go over there

or feel you want to take the day off, please feel free.

No, I'll go over after work.

Thank you, though.

Douglas: New business.

Semelweis versus Morongo Valley Gas and Electric company.

What's this, Leland?

Actually, that was originally a case of your father's.

- My father? Leland: Mm-hmm.

And after he died, Gideon Semelweis

decided to take the case to Marton and Tressler

where it got lost in the courts for 12 years.

Now he has decided to bring it back here.

That ought to be a candidate

for the Litigation Hall of Fame?

Leland: Anyway, it's advance thinking.

But maybe Mr. Rollins could hack his way through.

Douglas: If it's all the same,

I think Id like to handle it myself,

just for the sake of history.

And that's it, we're adjourned.

[indistinct chatter]

[telephone ringing]

Elizabeth, messages?

Ah, yeah, Craig Adams called,

and two from Lynn Palmer, and one from Grace.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Is it everything for now, Arnie?

Looks like you've got it covered, Benny.

I kept the change for each one separate.

Good system.

I'll do your car this afternoon.

Terrific. Wait, here.

Okay.

You'll find a piece of shammy in the trunk

when you're all done with the soap and water.

And then when you're finished,

I'll come down...

and we'll take it around the block.

- Great, Arnie. - Great.

[laughs]

He is here to be working for the firm.

What do you mean?

What effect do you think it has on Benny's self esteem

to, to finally get a real job

only to have it wind up being as your, your man servant?

Roxanne, I really think it's good for Benny's self esteem

just to be trusted with responsibilities,

not to mention taking his mind off his mother.

And I'll tell you something.

I like the big guy.

- How about that? - I like him too, Arnie.

Well, how do you suppose he'd feel if we marched him in here

and we told him he couldn't run errands for me anymore?

We'll just tell him that it's too demeaning.

How do you think he'd like that?

You're too good, Arnie.

Not to mention that by allowing me to function

at my best, Benny is working for the firm.

[telephone ringing]

Roxanne: Thank you.

Coffee?

Please.

Can I talk to you?

Last week, I wanted you to tell me

that my making less than Rollins and Victor

was everyone's fault but mine.

And you didn't do that, I'd like to thank you.

- I'm on your side, kiddo. - I know you are.

And it's easy just to tell someone

what they want to hear.

Not if you really care about them.

Anyway, I-- I want to apologize

and I think I can do better.

So how about a shot at Rohner versus Gradinger?

You've got it.

But I'll tell you it's a mess.

Abby: I'll straighten it out.

You have my blessings.

Can you take a break to discuss something

altogether outside the practice of the law?

Gladly.

I've gotten a jump on some of the wedding items

that need doing.

Such as?

Such as caterer, engraver

for the wedding invitations, guest list.

Well, I thought I'd narrowed things down,

save you from the horrible details.

Do fill me in sometime.

As a matter of fact, I have an appointment with a piano player,

a guy named Lennie Paul. He's supposed to be fantastic.

What are you going to tell him we want for our first dance?

♪ The shadows fall and spread their restless charms ♪

♪ In the midst of night when you're in my arms ♪

♪ I feel your lips so warm and tender ♪

♪ My one and only love ♪

- And one other thing. - What's that?

We have to take care of getting an agreement

down on paper.

- Agreement? - Mm-hmm.

As in prenuptial.

You think we need a prenuptial agreement?

Yeah, no, I'm, I'm just being prudent.

You know, there are certain fiduciary relationships

with my family's trust account people

and I'd be totally remiss

if I didn't get express agreements

in place as to assets.

Besides, let's not forget

that you yourself had a marriage

that was something less than a forever deal.

If we need to have one, we'll have one.

Good, and we'll try to grab some time

from Arnie tomorrow.

Can't we just do it ourselves?

Stuart: Well, he does these things all the time.

It's standard operating procedure

more than anything else, okay.

Okay.

[telephone ringing]

Happily rooting through the past, eh?

It's really something how vivid he becomes

when you read his papers.

I find myself going back in time,

being a teenager

and listening to him talk about his cases.

I can see his brown leather briefcase

where he would leave it just inside the front hallway.

I can smell the quinine he used in his hair.

God, I was in awe of him.

By the way,

would you by any chance know someone named Rusty?

No, why?

It's a familiar name for some reason

and my father apparently wrote a little note to himself

in the margin of a legal pad.

It says, "Rusty's birthday present,"

and a phone number.

Probably a client or business associate?

My father never remembered birthdays.

That's a very old set of papers

you have in front of you, Douglas.

I doubt there's much present day meaning

in what you find scribbled in the margins.

[indistinct chatter]

[telephone beeping]

[telephone ringing]

Rusty: Hello.

Hello, um... [clears throat]

W-- would there by any chance be someone named Rusty there?

Rusty: This is Rusty.

What did you have to drink on the night

of January the 11th, officer?

Maybe three Cutty Sarks.

Did you feel your judgment

and your reflexes to be impaired?

Yes, I did.

Would you tell the court in your own words

why you decided not to draw your gun?

Because I thought innocent people would be killed.

If you would had a clear shot,

would you have been willing to discharge your weapon

to prevent the commission of a rape?

Yes, I would have.

Stackpole: No further questions, Your Honor.

Officer Sackett, now you've just testified

that you were impaired.

How did you get home that night?

I drove.

Did you ask any of the officers

who were present taking statements

to give you a lift?

Victor: Did any of them offer to drive you home

due the impairment of your reflexes?

I don't remember whether they did or not.

Now then officer,

are you familiar with the manual

of the Los Angeles police department?

I doubt if I spend as much time

reading it as you do, counselor.

Quote.

"Off duty officers have peace officer authority

as to any public offense committed in his presence

with respect to which there was an immediate danger

to person or the escape of the perpetrator."

Unquote.

Are you familiar with this section, officer?

I think the manual also calls for a tactical evaluation

of each situation before acting.

Do you identify yourself as a police officer

before making an arrest?

Victor: Is it a fair statement to make

that an individual is less likely

to continue in the commission of a crime

in the presence of a police officer

than he is outside the presence of a police officer?

- Is that a fair statement? - Sure.

Victor: And you've had to make decisions

as to the use of force before, is that right?

Yes, that's right.

- And you use your judgment? - Yes, I do.

You wouldn't shoot out the tires of a car

that was driving with a broken taillight.

Right, I wouldn't.

Victor: You wouldn't draw your gun on an individual

who you're arresting because he had failed

to respond to a summons

for walking his dog without leash.

Sackett: Right. - How about forcible rape?

You know something, you're an idiot.

Guys like you go after cops for sport,

men you shouldn't even be in the same room with.

You want for them to walk through hell

in a gasoline suit when you're in a jam,

but turn it around and you'll nail them every time.

Tell me, tell me if I would have used my gun

that you wouldn't be going after me for that?

- You're out of order. - Huh?

Why did you fire on that man, officer?

He only had a small machete in his hand.

Did it really require two rounds to bring him down?

- Wouldn't one have done it? Victor: Sir.

Why didn't you use your mace, officer?

Why didn't you radio for supervisory personnel?

You ever go to a cop funeral, Mr. Sifuentes?

Are you just there for the trials?

He tried to help with my career.

I did some dinner theater

and for a while I was in the chorus

in the Jackie Gleason Show. [laughs]

Then things weren't really happening.

So I did a couple of pictures

that were, you know, little blue. [chuckles]

And of course, by today's standards,

they were nothing.

My gosh.

Your father said he hated them.

Of course, I'm not so sure.

- He saw them? - Hmm.

One night he came over and I put them

on the projector.

I got them around here somewhere

if you want to take a look.

- That's okay. Rusty: Oh.

I guess seeing them would be a little rough, huh?

This is a side of my father I never knew existed.

To me, he was a father,

an attorney,

a founding partner in a downtown firm.

To you, he was Porfirio Rubirosa.

[laughs] Not exactly.

Douglas: Not exactly?

My father kept a mistress who made porno movies.

You were his mistress.

I was also the mother of his child.

[dog barking]

You're my mother?

Not yours, your brother's.

My brother?

Since when do I have a brother?

Since 35 years ago, last Saturday.

I have a brother?

My God.

Who is he?

His name is Erroll Farrell,

and I'm very happy to say he is a lawyer

right here in Los Angeles like you and like your father,

and he is doing very well.

Erroll Farrell?

I fell in love with him in "Captain Blood."

- Who? - Erroll Flynn.

Does my mother know about all of this?

No, not so far as I know.

Your father set up a trust with the condition

that Erroll be cut off

if he got in touch with either you or your mother.

Who did my father elect as trustee?

Leland Mckenzie.

[sighs]

This is all too much for me.

I know it is, honey.

Can I get you a drink?

Captain Reynoso.

You are officer Sackett's commanding officer.

- Is that correct? - Yes.

Sir, do you recall the Airdrome street shooting

of Sergeant Thomas DeNofrio?

Objection. Irrelevant.

Those are the defendant's pattern of behavior

and state of mind, Your Honor.

I'll allow it.

Victor: Captain? Reynoso: I recall it.

Victor: Would you be so kind as to tell the court

what the police records of that shooting reflect?

Well, DeNofrio and Sackett pulled over a vehicle.

When DeNofrio approached the driver's side door,

he was shot at close range and critically injured.

As I recall, Officer Sackett requested back up.

Do you recall, captain, as to how many rounds were fired

by Officer Sackett after his partner was hit?

No, I don't recall.

Well then, let me refresh your recollection

in that case, sir.

The police report for the shooting

of Sergeant Thomas DeNofrio

reflect that no rounds were fired

from the service revolver issued Officer Carl Sackett.

What was the reaction of the department to the fact

that while his partner was being shot,

Carl Sackett's gun never cleared leather?

- Objection. judge: Overruled.

The internal investigation of the shooting

resulted in no charges being brought against anyone.

What procedure would you have followed, Captain,

in Officer Sackett's place, had you been

Thomas DeNofrio's partner?

Listen, different cops react differently.

No two situations are the same.

When an officer's partner is being fired upon,

is that officer permitted to return fire?

Of course.

Would you say that he is expected to return fire?

That again would depend on the circumstance.

Is it fair to say, captain,

that an officer is not expected to be cowering in the safety

of his squad car while his partner

is being gunned down outside?

- Objection. - Sustained.

I don't know that that's what happened, counselor

and neither do you.

Are you saying, Captain, that Sackett

might have had a reason

for not returning fire that night with DeNofrio?

Did he also have a reason for not getting involved

as Carmen Carillo was being raped?

I wasn't there, sir, I don't know.

Is it true, captain,

that since the rape of Carmen Carillo,

Sackett's partner has requested a transfer

because he felt imperiled by working with him?

I don't know that for a fact.

Is it true he requested a transfer?

Yes, it is.

Victor: Thank you, captain.

I have nothing further.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hi. - Hi.

What exactly are you hoping to accomplish

by having lunch with my ex-wife?

Oh, well, she got the news to you pretty quick.

Did she call or come over?

If you're jealous, just talk to me, Grace.

I have talked to you.

Now, I want to talk to Lynn.

I don't want you meeting with her.

Michael, I don't want you to see her anymore.

But I can't tell you not to, can I?

I don't like mysteries, Michael.

I don't want to play detective.

I think it'll be a lot better all the way around

if I go see her rather than start picking

stray hairs off your jacket wondering whose they are.

Are those are the only alternatives?

Those are my only alternatives.

[tires screeching]

[car engine revving]

Great job, Benny, clean as a whistle.

- Thanks, Arnie. - You're having fun?

It's great.

Yeah, this car drives like a dream.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Roxanne: Arnie, it's Roxanne.

Benny got a call from the hospital.

He should get over there.

Arnie: Right now? Roxanne: Right now.

Alright, look, why don't you meet us

in front of the building and drive him over there.

We're just a few minutes away.

Roxanne: Arnie, he has to go right now.

Roxanne, I don't do hospitals. I hate hospitals.

Roxanne: Most people do.

[phone beeps]

They frighten me.

Look, Roxanne, I've got people coming in this afternoon.

Can't you take him over there?

Alright, alright.

We're on our way.

woman over PA: Dr. Thacker to O.R., STAT.

Dr. Thacker to O.R., STAT

Benny.

Your mother was just too weak to keep going.

Is she dead?

Yes, I'm sorry, she is.

Could I see her?

If you want to.

Does she look different?

No, I don't think so.

I'd like to see her.

woman over PA: Dr. Newton to O.R, STAT.

Dr. Newton O.R., STAT.

Would you come with me, Arnie?

Yeah, sure.

[instrumental music]

I've never seen a person who was dead before.

She looks like she is just sleeping.

I know she is not though.

Whenever she was sleeping and I'd come in the room,

she'd wake up right away.

I wouldn't mean to wake her, just...

sit by her bed.

But as soon as I'd look at her...

she'd open her eyes.

[siren wailing]

She's not even really in the room now, is she?

Not really.

Is she in heaven?

Yeah, Benny.

She is in heaven right now.

[theme music]

[indistinct chatter]

Can I help you?

My name is Douglas Brackman. I'm here to see Mr. Farrell.

- You got an appointment? - I don't have an appointment.

Well, what do you want to see him about?

It's a personal matter.

Then you can just take a seat and wait

because he's on the phone right now

and you've got all these people ahead of you.

I'd appreciate it if you tell him I'm here.

Just as soon as I get an opportunity.

Excuse me.

Watch yourself on the stairs now.

Alright, who is next?

Vindajit Rikram.

Erroll Farrell?

I'm Douglas Brackman.

- Douglas? - Yes.

In half a minute, I'm going to burst out crying.

She's some dame, that Rusty.

You've got to see pictures of her when she was younger.

They would knock your eyes out.

How well did you know our father, Erroll?

He saw me like once every two months.

My mother was making stag movies.

This wasn't exactly father knows best.

Do you hate him?

Yes, I do.

But it's probably not for what you think.

It's not that you got the big chair

while I'm giving Christmas presents

to paramedics so they'll carry my business cards.

I mean this is my life. I accept that.

He did give you an education.

Dougie... I'm not saying no.

What hurt was I couldn't have a big brother.

I would have liked a brother too.

Tinkering with the Chevy out in the garage.

Touch football on the lawn at Thanksgiving

like Jack and Bobby.

The smell of Old Spice on the Friday night

when your older brother gets ready to go out.

This is the stuff I'm talking about.

I missed it too, kid.

God, I missed it.

You don't know how much I've wondered about you.

[crying]

Dougie, I missed it.

Look, Lynn, this is not the most comfortable thing

in the world for either of us, believe me.

It's just that if you're so concerned

about Michael and me, I think the person

you should be talking to is Michael.

I guess I want to know what it is you have in mind.

I don't have anything particularly in mind.

You're not interested in a second go-around?

[laughs] I don't know.

Can I get either of you something from the bar?

Ah, yes, a vodka tonic, please.

Nothing, thank you.

Look, the fact is Michael and I have a lot of history together.

History doesn't interest me.

Well then, I'm not sure what you want me to tell you.

Well, you, you've already told me.

I'm not walking away from here with any kind of assurances.

Lynn: Assurances? Is that what you've wanted?

Well... not really.

I probably wouldn't have believed you

even if you gave them to me.

So why did you ask me to lunch?

To take a measure of you, to talk to you face to face.

Having done it, I can't say I dislike you.

Nor I you.

What's worse, I can't dismiss you.

Lynn: I'll tell you what else you can't do, Grace.

You can't win me over as a friend

in order to remove me as a threat.

Oh, that's okay, Lynn.

I'm not here to make friends.

Vodka tonic.

Are you ladies ready to order yet?

Guys, a lawyer can only serve one client.

As amicable as everything maybe right now,

there's no guarantee that at some point

the two of you aren't going to go to war.

And having an agreement drawn by one attorney,

especially one that's close to both of you as I am,

it's an invitation to charges of overreaching, of a sell-out,

of confidences being abused.

It's bound to create resentment.

Arnie, there is no resentment.

All we want to do is make things as neat as possible.

- I've read the agreement. - Is everything in order?

There's nothing manifestly wrong with it,

if that's what you mean.

Fine, let me have it.

I don't want you to think that I'm passing

on the fairness of it though.

Arnie, you've really made your position very clear on this.

Stuart, I've seen this kind of thing

blow up all too often.

Now believe me, this one won't.

Stuart.

You know...

I honestly don't think I've ever loved you

as much as I do right at this very moment.

No, no, I do.

Your willingness to sign this, this agreement...

is all anyone could ever ask for,

and I simply couldn't ask for more than that.

What? What?

Thank you, here you go.

I think I'll let you two have a moment to yourselves.

You manipulative little bastard.

Ann, come on.

This had nothing to do with your relatives

or your family trust funds.

This was a test.

You can't trust what I say or rely on my character,

so you set up a situation,

see if Ann will put herself at a legal disadvantage

for any future lawsuits she might bring.

Aren't you clever, Stuart?

Aren't you just the grandmaster of subtle gamesmanship?

Look, I'm not a grandmaster of anything.

I'm a 42-year-old guy

whose whole life is about to change.

Well, maybe you should save yourself the trouble

and leave it the way it is.

Can you understand that I just had to know

whether someone would want me... for me.

Not someone, Stuart, me!

And you just have Arnie notarize that

and you'll be all set.

I don't want the agreement, Ann.

Ann: You might wish you didn't want it,

but you suggested it,

you drew it, you got me to sign it,

and now you are going to live with it.

I want fully executed copies of that agreement

in a file marked Kelsey Markowitz,

so this little gesture of yours never gets forgotten.

And one more thing, Stuart,

don't you ever trot out your hoops for me

to jump through again.

Leland... you wanted to see me?

Where do we stand on Carillo?

We are summing up for the jury tomorrow.

Victor, I got a call from the City Attorney.

You turned down another settlement offer.

Carmen Carillo... turned down their settlement offer.

Leland: On your recommendation, I assume.

On my recommendation?

I'd like to get your thinking on the matter.

Victor: My thinking is that it's a lousy offer.

And why the hell are they calling you?

Well, it's strictly your decision,

which is what I've told the City Attorney.

But I do want to know what's driving you.

I want to know that personal animus

is not getting in the way of a member of this firm

practicing good law.

Animus toward whom?

Let's stop waltzing around.

You've got no love for police officers

going back to your days in the public defender's office.

Well, actually I'd date it farther back than that.

There's no question cops can't step out of line.

Victor: Leland, don't tell me about cops,

not until they've shined their spotlight

into your eyes and told you to grab some wall,

not until you've been spread-eagled and cuffed

because they thought you looked like someone else.

You recall that happening to you much

when you were fifteen?

That's never happened to me.

They make much of a point of checking to see

if whatever vehicle you happen to be driving

is stolen to this day?

Victor, you're not doing your client any good.

If the merits of the case are taking second money

to your wanting to tee off on the LAPD.

Our client has the benefit of my best legal judgment.

The fact that I don't mind nailing a cop

for not doing his job doesn't change that.

Mr. Markowitz, believe me,

it's really best to work these things out in advance.

Yeah, look, I-- I-- I'm going to have to let you know.

Let me tell you about a wedding I once did, okay?

To start off, I do a little Arlen,

a little CarMichael, a little Gershwin, nice stuff.

Now, somebody says,"Ooh, ooh,

do you know "Send in the clowns?"

Hey, I'm an agreeable guy.

Four bars into it, the bride screams,

runs over, slams the lid down.

Busted two fingers.

She probably had a bad association with that song.

I guess.

Anyway, the deal I usually work out

is I do three sets of an hour each,

plus the pre-ceremony.

I can let you have a little classical there

if you want, for five hundred.

Yeah, but like I said,

I'm just going to have to let you know.

Not to push here, but you better give me

the date in advance as soon as possible.

Fall, I've got Bar Mitzvah's, Christmas's cocktail parties

and spring, oh forget about it, we're into...

- Weddings. - Right.

Well, you'll know as soon as I do.

So what's your favorite song anyway?

"My one and only love."

- You know that one? - Hey.

[piano music]

[sighs]

Michael: Gracy.

What's all this?

I think we ought to take a little break, you and me.

[sighs]

What kind of break?

I'm moving back to my place, Michael.

It isn't a punishment.

It's a way of, of regaining my balance a little.

I need to take a deep breath and think about what I want.

Well, I know what I want.

Well, maybe you do and maybe you don't.

But if you need to think about Lynn,

if you need to see her or to talk to her,

you should do it.

And I don't want to feel like I'm in the way.

Well, what if I need to see you?

[laughs] You will call me and you will see me.

Just like I'll call you.

This isn't the end of anything.

It's just a temporary retreat.

I always get a little nervous when anyone

tells me something is just temporary.

Yeah, well...

I'm a little nervous myself.

Your Honor.

Did you in fact promise this woman

that you would correct her accent?

I am not a carnival barker.

I am a professional person.

I told her we could, with diligence on her part

to correct her accent.

Don't forget, an Eastern European accent

is one of the most difficult to correct.

He tell me nothing,

just fast, fast, sign here.

Half the time, they cancel the classes.

And meanwhile, every audition I go to,

I open my mouth

and all anybody can say is...

"Another Albanian."

Douglas: Alright, alright.

The defendant will return the amount

of the plaintiff's tuition without interest or penalties.

As this is the last case on today's calendar,

we stand in recess.

Thank you, Your Honor.

I see you've been decorated.

You've got quite an eye, Judge.

You're the first person to notice.

I make it a point of noticing you, Miss Vasek.

What's the award for?

Large bore sharpshooting from a prone position.

Is that right?

Hey, Your Honor. I've got something for you.

Stand back, sir.

Whoa, no mas, baby, no mas.

It's alright, Rhonda.

- Your Honor. - What brings you down here?

What brings me?

I follow your career from a distance for years.

You parachute into my life,

awakened deep feelings of fraternal love

and you ask what brings me down here?

I'm just surprised you knew where to find me, that's all.

This ain't bad.

Erroll, I'm a little pressed for time.

Hey look, I've got a mutually beneficial

business proposition to make

from which I feel assured we both can prosper.

You ready?

Wacky Wally, the appliance giant,

they're looking for a firm to take care

of their collections.

Flat retainer against billable hours.

All you do is go in to delinquent accounts.

You throw me a piece and the rest is yours.

Erroll...

Mckenzie Brackman isn't a collection firm.

What is that, written in stone some place?

As long as the money is green, what's the diff?

Maybe there's no diff.

We're just not inclined to get into that field.

Do I detect a certain reluctance in you

to get involved in any business dealings with me?

Is that an accurate perception on my part or what?

Because if it is, the least I would expect

is some recognition of the degree

to which I took it in the neck family-wise.

Well, that really wasn't my doing.

Was it, Erroll?

Et tu, Dougie.

Well, was it?

What do I have to do to get a little caring in this world?

I was cut adrift in a dark, dark ocean, Douglas.

Do I have to go to your mother for a safe harbor?

That sounds like blackmail, Erroll.

That's somewhat of a harsh characterization.

I happened to be a very family-oriented individual,

and maybe I can get from her,

what you seem unwilling to give.

Well, you do what you have to do.

But I'll tell you right now,

I'm not running the firm into the ground

or risking my own disbarment

in order to spare my mother's feelings.

She'll have to take her knocks just like everyone else.

Are we clear on that point?

Being a cop is one tough job.

There is no question about it.

Our lives, however, depend on someone doing it

and doing it right.

Now we have heard witnesses who were present

testify that there was an opportunity

for this officer to have acted,

that there were moments

when the gunman's back was turned,

when his gun was pointing towards the floor.

But this officer wasn't looking for an opportunity.

He turned his back...

and he waited for it to be over.

Police can't be everywhere.

How many times have we all heard that said?

The real point of this trial is that Carl Sackett was there

with his badge and his gun,

and it didn't mean a blessed thing.

Now he has told us in his judgment

it was safer to do nothing.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's always safer

to do nothing.

Carmen Carillo deserved better than that then.

She deserves that someone be held accountable now.

Imagine, if you will, a different scenario

than the one presented here.

Imagine that Officer Sackett produced his badge and his gun

and the plaintiff's assailant refused

to peacefully surrender.

He fires, they fire back.

Carmen Carillo is wounded.

Well, we all know what happens now.

Same plaintiff, same defendant,

only this time the complaint charges

negligent use of force,

reckless endangerment, etcetera, etcetera.

Now we all know that being a cop is a tough job.

But what the plaintiff and her able attorney

have done for all their claims about public safety

is to make it an impossible one.

Now this cop made a decision...

based on 17 years of experience,

on the conditions of the moment,

on everything he had to base it on

and he decided not to make a move.

Now the plaintiff insists

that the result of this decision

is that she was raped.

I ask you to consider that the result of this decision

is that she is alive.

Now, no one wishes to minimize the trauma

that Carmen Carillo has gone through

and perhaps this trial will have

some cathartic benefit for her.

But what she is asking for is not justice.

The men responsible have thus far escaped

having to answer for their crimes.

Don't make an innocent man guilty...

in their place.

Did you plan on taking it to your grave, Leland?

What's that?

The whole netherworld of my father's life,

which you, my partner and confidant,

have been concealing from me.

What are you talking about, Douglas?

I'm talking about Rusty.

I'm talking about Erroll Farrell.

I would have been in here sooner,

but I feel like I've been locked in the Fun House

for the past two days.

Didn't you think I had a right to my own past, Leland?

It's not your past.

It's your father's.

My loyalties to him,

my legal duties as trustee were more compelling

than your right to know.

And if that hurt you...

well, I'm sorry.

Your father...

he chose a difficult existence for himself, Douglas.

But I think he dealt with it in the best way that he could.

I guess I'm a little more like him than I thought.

I always wanted to be the, the lawyer he was,

the, the personality he was.

As it turns out...

we both just like to cheat on our wives.

Well, it's a chapter in a biography, Douglas.

It's not a whole life.

Carmen: How long does it usually take?

Victor: Oh, it depends.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Go ahead.

Can I talk to you without your lawyer here?

No... he stays.

I just want you to hear it one time from me.

I'm sorry what happened to you in there.

Who isn't?

Sackett: What happened wasn't because I didn't care.

It happened.

I couldn't have stopped it.

How do you know? You didn't try?

I'll never know, okay.

I'll never know.

Maybe I could have dropped them.

But maybe I would have put a round in you trying.

The fact is, at least you're alive and well.

Listen, I may be alive.

But mister, don't you go telling me that I am well.

I remember what it was like to be well,

and I am not well anymore.

We used to have a saying.

Iron men with wooden sticks have been replaced

by wooden men with iron sticks.

There's nothing I can say, is there?

Back then was when it all counted.

I'm finished in the department.

Nothing's going to change that.

But do you think there's any way

you could find it in your heart...

to forgive me?

No.

Ah, no.

Of course, not.

When all is said and done...

I sat there.

You and I both know that.

The rest is for the lawyers.

[indistinct chatter]

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Jury has been out a long time, huh?

Um, no, not that long.

- You're getting hungry? - No, no.

[gunshot]

Oh, God.

[indistinct]

Officer: Alright. Come one, back out.

- Back out. - [indistinct chatter]

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That's a nice picture of her.

That was at a fourth of July picnic.

Benny, would you know if your mother had a cake comb

or a big knife to cut the cake?

I'm not sure where she kept it.

Oh, that's alright.

I'll find something?

Arnie said he'll try to come by this weekend.

- Oh, did he? Benny: Yeah.

Benny: He'd have been at the memorial service,

but he had to be in court.

This is me and my mom at the Olympics.

It's real hard to lose someone who is close to you, Benny.

It's the hardest thing in the world.

It is hard.

Sometimes it makes it easier to be able to go to work

and see that there are other people

who care about you.

It's never going to be like it was

with me and my mom again, no.

No, no, it's not.

She used to make a big plate of ginger snacks.

She called them zu-zu crackers.

We'd sit in the den together.

Sometimes we'd watch TV, sometimes we'd play cards.

Benny, do you know where your mother kept the dish soap?

She told me, but I forget.

[crying] I forget where she kept anything.

It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay, Benny.

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It's okay. It's okay.

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