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Ms. Van Owen, any predictions on the sentencing?

It's in the jury's hands.

Any significance they deliberated

for more than two days?

It's the penalty phase of a capital case.

We expect them to be careful.

- What about Lyle Torrey? - I have no further comment.

Will the defendant please rise.

Judge Conover: Madam Foreman, has the jury

reached its verdict?

Foreman: We have, Your Honor.

What say you?

In the matter of criminal complaint five-nine-four-six,

we the jury, having previously found

Lyle Torrey guilty of murder in the first degree,

and having further found special circumstances to exist,

now, on the issue of penalty,

sentence him to death, by the infliction of lethal gas.

[murmuring]

I ask that the jury be polled, Your Honor.

Members of the jury, as the clerk calls your name,

please declare your individual vote with respect

to the death penalty or life sentence in this matter.

- Martin Alston. - Death.

Clerk: Marcia Bennett. Marcia: Death.

Clerk: Steven Douse. - Death.

- Clerk: Ann Falder. Ann: Death.

Clerk: Linda Pardeso. Linda: Death.

Clerk: Hugh Cannon. Cannon: Death.

[dramatic music]

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Hi.

Do you feel like getting a cup of coffee?

No. Thanks.

Hey, I've got a really big day planned.

I've gotta go over to Oshman's and pick up a rod and reel,

a few other little do dads.

Why don't you take the day off and come with me?

If I thought that would change the way I feel, I would.

It's not like you didn't expect this.

I know.

It's just the fact of it now.

I prosecuted this man based on an illegal confession,

and now he's going to die.

Grace...

are you going to be able to live with this?

No.

No, I'm not.

Moving along. Has anyone heard from the long lost Mr. Kuzak?

I have.

And? Is he pondering the error of his ways?

Yeah, I think so.

- He's planning to go fishing. - Life's a bitch, ain't it?

Brackman: Victor, where are we on Jacobs versus Teller?

I am deposing Mr. Teller this morning.

- Jonathan? The DeForest motion. - Still pending.

Who, ah, who's the judge on that?

Steven Lang.

Lang, ah, lets see, let me call his clerk.

Ms. Wyler how go the McNally interrogatories?

The responses have all been drafted

and sent to the client for his review.

I'm getting his notes this afternoon, and the revisions

will be ready for his signature tomorrow morning.

Very good. Very good.

Ms. Kelsey? There's a collect call for you.

Excuse me?

I'll take it.

Lastly...

having been accused in past years

of stinting on our Christmas festivities,

I gladly bowed to the majority will

and relinquished control of our annual party

to our crack financial watchdog, Stuart Markowitz.

Well, the final figures of our 1988 party are in,

and in his able hands,

we soared past our budget

by a full 41 percent.

Excuse me, Douglas.

It was a joke.

Ann: Ross probably told you that we've been trying.

Uhh, we really want to have a family.

But it-- it's pretty unlikely

that I'll ever be able to get pregnant.

Yes.

Ann: Um, Kelly, I have so many questions for you,

that I...[ panting]

I literally had to write them down...

[sighs]

I know. I'm nervous too.

Ann: Well, here goes. [chuckles]

Um, are you in school?

Oh. UC Irvine's a good school.

Any ah, favorite subjects, or...

Well, give it time.

Kelly, you know, it's really difficult to make small talk

not knowing if we're even get a chance to meet you,

so let me tell you some things about us that Ross didn't say.

Stuart and I haven't been married for very long.

We, um-- we've been friends for seven years

before we got together. And that gave us a long time

to get to know each other.

Maybe because we were such good friends first,

we have a wonderful balance in our marriage.

We're good together.

I think our greatest qualification as parents

is that we love each other...

and we want a baby to love.

Any time, any time you like.

Great! You decide where.

Great! Well, take care, Kelly, and we'll see you soon.

She wants to meet us!

Yes!

I think she liked me.

How could she not like you? You were unbelievable.

You know Stuart, she-- she sounded like a really sweet kid.

I-- I liked her.

- Lets call Ross. - Oh, yeah.

Maybe we should give her a chance to call him first.

Right, right. Hang up. Hang up.

Whoa! [laughs]

I brought you the tape. I still don't see

why this couldn't have waited until tonight.

There are two meals between now and then, that's why.

Let me reiterate, Roxanne, I don't think it's indicated.

I don't think it's called for.

I don't think the situation requires it.

Just play the tape, David.

- Hi, fatty. - Hi, fatty.

- I'm Dale. - And I'm Margo.

And we want to talk to you about

rewriting your life script.

Margo: When you love your body, eating right

becomes an act of joy instead of denial.

Diets are about denial.

Margo and Dale are about joy.

What did we eat today, Margo?

Margo: Breakfast was a handful of millet.

Margo: And a cup of fenugreek tea.

What's this?

Lunch was Swiss chard

and spirulina salad, broiled cusk

and a half-dozen flowerets of cauliflower.

I know I left the table full...

Don't tell me that you're getting into this.

I won't stop--

You don't think I might need to drop a few pounds?

Assuming I do, is it necessary to join

some cult of self-obsessed body worshipers?

Eat less, you'll lose weight.

David: My sentiments exactly.

The truth is I have never minded a bit of avoir du poises

when I see the way my Fraulein here carries it.

Is that right?

Then why did you make such a point of telling me

you were distributing a diet video?

I was telling you about a business acquisition,

not dropping hints.

A video distributor went chapter eleven.

I bought out their duplicating facilities

and a small catalogue of titles.

Always new worlds to conquer, huh, Dave?

You said a mouthful there, my friend.

We are now witnessing the emergence

of mass marketing in home video.

I am talking about both movies

and what I would call "lifestyle" tapes.

David: In fact, and I know that Roxanne here hates

for me to make any pitches to you guys

but, somebody's going to come out

with a video about getting divorced

and, you mark my words, it will create an annuity

that will last well into the next millennium.

Dave, I thought we talked about this.

You will have to admit Arnie is a logical candidate.

He's an authority on the subject and he's not exactly

found wanting in the charisma department

Look Dave, what I offer a client

can't be replicated on a videotape.

A client comes to me... for me.

Yes. Absolutely true.

But you will have to admit there are an awful lot of people

who can't afford to hire you, but,

the 24.95 they shell out for an hour's worth

of your well-chosen words could add up to a seven,

maybe even an eight figure income for you and yours.

Kelly: I-- I don't even know what to ask you.

I should've written down some questions.

It's hard, and...

I want to be sure I pick the right people.

Well, just make up a question. And we'll make up the answer.

[all laugh]

Will the baby have any grandparents?

Yes. My mother lives back east.

And Stuart's parents are deceased.

I'm sorry.

And your mother doesn't mind that it's adopted?

No. She's already out buying teddy bears.

[both laugh]

I'm from back east, too.

My-- my folks are divorced.

My mother knows about the baby.

But I could never tell my father.

Really? That's too bad.

Are you sure he wouldn't understand?

No way.

You know, a baby's a lot of work.

What about your career?

Well, McKenzie Brackman can do without me for a while.

I'm going to stay home with the baby.

And when I do go back it'll just be part time.

I-- I don't want to pry, Kelly, but, uh, the baby's father...

is he-- is he okay about the adoption?

Um, well, we broke up...

before I found out.

He doesn't even know about it.

And believe me, he wouldn't want to.

Well, then you're better off without him.

Yeah, I guess.

It was my own fault. It was stupid.

We all make mistakes...

especially in love. I-- I think that's

probably the hardest thing to get right.

Heh. I, ah...

I waited a long time to find this person

and there's a lot of bumps along the way, believe me.

But it was worth it, wasn't it? Wasn't it?

[light laugh]

Well, you guys are great.

[cash register ding]

I couldn't take care of a baby.

I wa... I want to go to college

and... I want to have a career, I want to...

do something.

You will, Kelly.

I can tell you will.

Bruce, you got a moment?

Sure. C'mon in.

This has been weighing on me for weeks now.

I thought I could live into it. But I can't.

- The Torrey case. - Yes.

- I'm going to re-open it. - Grace, this is crazy.

- If you'll let me finish... - This will bury me!

What the hell am I gonna say when--

I came to inform you, Bruce, not debate you.

- I'm doing it. - He'll go free.

I know what the consequences are.

For all of us.

And I will protect you as best I can,

but I have to do this.

Alright, Grace.

Thank you for not making this any more difficult...

[soft music]

[sighs] Oh, I'm sorry, Bruce.

I wish...

Dietetic Jujubees. Sweetened with aspartame.

- Ha-ha-ha. - Thanks.

Um, could-- could you tell Arnie I'm here?

What do you mean tell him you're here?

Hey, he called me!

Arnie?

And I'm trusting you with my image, Dave.

You understand what that means?

Of course I do.

A reputation has taken me 12 years to build

could very easily be trashed, here.

Arnie, that very reputation is both our fortunes.

The age-old homily "You don't kill the goose," I live by this.

I want people to feel like they've

gotten their money's worth.

I want this thing to have some class.

Absolutely.

Cachet... elan... call it what you will

it is a very important element.

As for profits, I see it running seventy/thirty,

the 70 being me.

Production comes our of your end, promotion off the top.

Arnie, I'm wounded.

I'm not only covering the cost of production,

I'm providing distribution as well.

To tell you the truth, 50-50 is

a little bit more what I had in mind.

[laughs] Dave-- Dave, let's-- let's consider

relative exposure here for half-a-minute.

This thing lays an egg, you move onto something else.

That's my professional reputation I'm putting

on the line out there. That's my face.

Arnie, you think we can settle on say, sixty/forty

and allow me to emerge with some modicum of dignity intact?

Dave, I can live with 60/40.

Arnie, we are in business.

Now, I've got a director and crew standing by.

I suggest we tape a show tomorrow

so that you start getting used to the process.

Oh, in that case, I better get a facial

lined up for this afternoon.

Why is it I feel we're about to make history?

[telephone ringing]

Abby: My client has no priors, he's gainfully employed,

he has roots in the community, he is no threat to society...

Kaminsky: He viciously assaulted the manager

of a small convenience store,

a total stranger.

Your Honor, the store posted

an incorrect series of winning numbers

for the PickSix, thereby leading my client

to believe he had won over 14 million dollars.

Now without condoning violence in any way,

I would like to propose that the stress

of learning that you'd won the state lottery

only to then find out that you haven't,

is enough to make the mildest of men lose his good judgment.

I'm aware of the facts.

A year probation, Mr. Paige,

but buy your lottery tickets elsewhere.

No problem, Your Honor.

I'm not going to buy nothing.

Next.

Van Owen: Counselor.

Clerk: People vs. Jose Higuel.

Keep in touch with me, Mr. Paige.

Your wife sometimes forgets to give you my messages.

Yes, she thinks if I don't call you, it'll go away.

- Hi. - Hi.

Griese: Thomas Griese for the defendant.

- Take care, Mr. Paige. - You, too.

Van Owen: I'm still waiting on Detective Shank.

Can I interest you in a little lunch?

- Oh, not today. - Tomorrow?

Bill, we already went through this.

I don't want to get all tangled up.

I didn't invite you to get all tangled up.

I invited you to lunch.

How about Friday?

Okay. Okay. Fine.

See, that wasn't so hard.

Griese: His Constitutional right to a speedy trial!

Van Owen: I'm talking about continuing

this to this afternoon!

This is the third time we've been ready

and the District Attorney has called for a continuance.

Now this is wreaking emotional havoc

with Mr. Higuel's fragile mentality, Judge, and--

Save it, Mr. Griese, will you please?

Who've you got beside the arresting officer?

Nobody. He's my only witness.

Well this was a 9 o'clock call, Ms. Van Owen.

- I've got a call in... - That's not good enough!

He's right.

Judge Shubow: His guy's was here three times.

If you can't prosecute, then you can't prosecute.

Judge, I'll find him! I will have the witness--

No, I'm dismissing. If you wanna refile, then that's up to you.

This is a serious felony, Your Honor. Breaking and entering--

Than you should have taken it seriously

and had your witness lined up!

Judge Shubow: Case dismissed!

Ms. Van Owen?

- Bill Ringstrom. - Detective?

Lieutenant Dolan asked me to give you a message.

Yeah?

The message is, you've got like a dozen pending

felony cases which rely on police testimony.

Uh-huh.

And a lotta these cops are so upset

that a known cop killer like Lyle Torrey might be released

that they might tend to get a little forgetful.

Is that what just happened in there?

I don't know for sure, but it's possible, yes ma'am.

In other words, unless I let Lyle Torrey go

to the gas chamber, you guys are going to freeze me out?

I don't know, I guess you'll just have to

draw your own conclusions.

Well, you tell your Lieutenant Dolan for me

that is the most despicable, cynical,

blackmailing manipulation of the system I ever heard of,

and if you guys are looking to play hardball,

you got the wrong D.A.!

Look, lady--

Ma'am, I'm just the messenger.

Maybe you oughta take it up with the Lieutenant.

Damned right, I'll take it up with the Lieutenant!

Well, congratulations are in order...

Kelly was impressed and she wants you to adopt her baby.

Yes!

Kelsey: Ross, thank you.

She's taking the semester off

and she wants to move up here until the baby's born.

- She'll need rent and expenses. - That's fine.

The easiest thing to do is set up an account for her,

give me access and I'll play middle man

on the allowance and rent.

- No problem. Burnett: Ann...

Burnett: I suggest you take Kelly to see

your doctor. Get her checked out.

- And schedule her appointments. - Fine.

Burnett: And have them send the bills directly to you.

[inhales deeply]

Fine. Fine.

And of course, you'll pay for the delivery and the hospital.

- Um, we get anything on paper? - No...

I can't hold her to anything

until the consent form is signed.

We know she likes you. It feels solid to me.

I feel good about her, Stuart.

As a matter of fact Ann,

Kelly would like you to be her Lamaze coach.

Be in the delivery room?

[laughs]

This is really happening, isn't it?

Stuart, we're going to have a baby.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[phone ringing]

Man 1: I'm not a vagrant.

Man 2: What are you telling me? I got an address.

[door closes]

I'll be with you in a moment, Ms. Van Owen.

So...

what can I do for you?

We seem to have a problem, Lieutenant.

No, you have a problem.

It's everyone's problem when you punish me

by withholding my witnesses.

There's one very simple solution.

Why don't you tell me what that is?

Don't reopen the Torrey case.

Not a chance.

Look, you put Torrey back on the street,

there's not a cop on the force who's gonna be there for you.

Not ever. You'll probably end up in muni court

prosecuting jaywalkers.

I didn't put a police informant in Lyle Torrey's cell.

You did that!

I didn't coerce an illegal confession.

You did that too!

Let me tell you something.

We put our asses on the line every day, lady! Every day!

Now, out there, when one of us gets killed,

we expect the D.A.'s we work with

to help us put that killer in jail,

not back on the street to kill more cops!

Grow up, Dolan!

Don't blame me for your screw up!

You know the funny thing here is?

Your guy's probably safer inside than out.

When he hits the streets,

chances are he won't last 24 hours.

Is that a threat?

No, it's just an observation.

All I'm saying is, if this guy

so much as spits on the sidewalk,

some nervous cop is gonna blow him away.

And it'll be on your head, Counselor.

Now if you'll excuse me please,

I've got some work to do.

[instrumental music]

This not being "take a judge to breakfast week,"

I assume you've come equipped with an agenda.

Actually, I'm just looking for some advice.

And this conversation could never be construed

as an ex-parte communication now, could it?

Absolutely not.

This is about a hypothetical case.

Waiter: Coffee?

Van Owen: Grapefruit juice. - Okay.

- Decaf. - Thanks.

[sighs]

This hypothetical case of yours?

It concerns a district attorney

who convicted somebody with evidence

which turned out to be illegal.

Now the defendant is looking at a death penalty.

Well, it seems to me that the District Attorney

should come forward with what she or he knows.

But that's the problem.

You see, it may be that certain people

in the police department

and maybe even in the D.A.'s office,

knew before the trial that this evidence was illegal.

An investigation could be very damaging to these people.

The District Attorney doesn't want to jeopardize

careers of people, who he considers

to be basically good and honest.

In fact, the District Attorney will not come forward

if it means exposing his colleagues.

I see.

That is a problem.

I guess I was wondering what a judge,

such as yourself, might do if a situation

like this ever came before you...

hypothetically.

Well...

I think the most important concern would be to overturn

this illegal conviction,

if in fact it was illegal.

And I suppose if the only way I could accomplish this,

was to give the District Attorney assurances

that certain questions would not be asked...

not withstanding the potential risks involved

in making such an unpopular decision,

I'd probably give those assurances. Hypothetically.

Waiter: Would you like to hear the specials?

That'd be fine.

Waiter: We have Belgian waffles, 4.25, to die for.

Ah, English muffins, listed price, overrated.

And we have got a new cinnamon crisp oatmeal.

What do you mean, the conviction might be illegal?

Just what I said. It might.

Hey, Grace,

if it's illegal, then it's illegal.

We don't have to give you anything.

You need me to overturn it, Bobby.

The hell I do! I'll just march into court and tell

the judge exactly what you're telling us right now!

And I'd just tell him you misunderstood me!

Let's face it, even if you could get a reversal,

you'd still be looking at a second trial.

- Which we'd win. Van Owen: Maybe. Maybe not.

But I'm offering your guy a dismissal with prejudice.

That means no second trial.

Just walks clean and free.

So what I gotta do?

First, we all agree right now that there will be

no cries of prosecutorial misconduct.

You guys just nod your head while I do the talking.

Second, there've been four drive-by shootings

in the last month linked to your gang.

I want the shooters on all four.

I don't know nothin' about it.

Then have a good life and enjoy the gas.

Hey, hey, don't jerk us, Grace.

Don't you jerk me! Your client either

cuts this deal or he dies!

Simple choice, Counselor.

Van Owen: The offer's good for ten seconds!

[sighs] Okay.

But I'm not testifyin'.

You have to testify.

[scoffs] Right. Look, lady, if I roll over

on my own people, I'm a dead man.

I'd live longer in here.

Now, I can give you names, and dates,

and whereabouts of weapons...

but you gotta let me do it secret.

Let's hear what you've got.

That's in the shot.

Could we put them somewhere else for now?

Benny: Sure.

Are-- are you making a movie about Arnie?

We're making a videotape about Arnie.

[gasps] That's me.

Have you ever seen yourself on T.V.?

No.

Well, you see, this camera here,

is sending your image to the T.V. set,

and that way we can see exactly what we're putting on tape.

- Would you do something for me? - Sure.

Would you sit at Arnie's desk for a minute?

We need a stand-in.

But you have to sit down.

I'm Alison Gottlieb.

Benny: B-- Benny Stulwicz.

And this is Dick, and that's Julius.

Could you pick up a pad and pretend like you're working?

Hey, Arnie!

Benny: They said I'm your stand-in.

- Great. - I'm glad you're back.

Is there someplace quiet we can rehearse?

Yeah.

Hi. How'd your audit go?

Good. Good. We got the penalty reduced

and they're taking 50 cents on the dollar.

- Great. - Want to see what I got?

Ah.

I've made a list of my favorites.

If it's a girl, Amy, Kimberly, Marlene,

Samantha, maybe an Evan?

For a girl? Too androgynous.

Don't you think you're jumping the gun a little bit, Stuart?

The baby is due in four months.

Conway vs. Morgan? What about Morgan?

I don't see how that's any better than Evan.

Morgan Markowitz... Morgan Markowitz...

Gimme a hug.

- I knew she'd say yes. - How did you know?

Because we are going to be wonderful, loving parents

and anyone with any sense can see that.

- You know, I do like Amy. - Great!

Let's put it on the under consideration list.

- I'll take care of it. - Give me the book.

- I want to look through it. - Okay.

But you're not going to find anything better than Amy.

We'll see.

Hi. My name is Arnold Becker.

I'm a divorce lawyer.

Some people prefer the term "matrimonial lawyer..."

[sighs]

I'm sorry.

I feel stiff. Awkward.

- Just talk to me, that's all. - You're a director.

Talking to you is different from talking to other people.

Why? I can respond like a person.

Not only that, but I'm a woman

and the truth is, Arnie, you can speak to women

like very few men can.

Alison: And I don't just mean with words.

That still comes across?

Well, it does to me.

Of course I should tell you that I'm going through

a divorce right now myself.

- Really? - Really.

And I find myself anxious and depressed

and happy and excited all at the same time...

Exactly the gamut of emotions

I expect you should be running.

You offer more than legal services, Arnie.

You offer strength.

You offer empowerment.

And trust me, when your face is full frame on that screen,

women will not be able to turn away.

Tell me who's your lawyer?

I haven't hired one yet.

Well, we oughta talk about that.

I'd love to.

But now, just like you are...

let's rehearse.

[sighs]

Hi. My name is Arnold Becker. I'm a divorce lawyer.

Some people prefer the term "matrimonial lawyer."

Some like saying they practice

family law or domestic relations.

I say this...

You hire a divorce lawyer to represent you against

the very person you trusted most in the world.

Becker: A person who knows your most intimate secrets.

A person who got to you and got to you big.

Celestine, he's talking to you.

How many days have you spent bent over with failure?

How many nights have you cried yourself to sleep?

Too many.

However many it's been,

say it's enough and move on from there.

If there's some one to blame, blame them.

If there are papers to serve, serve them.

If there are bank accounts to freeze, freeze them.

Divorce isn't death.

You don't have to mourn.

What you have to do... is act.

This is who you need, girl. This one right here.

I hear that.

[police siren wailing]

Dolan: So, no new trial?

The guy just walks?

We'd lose a second trial.

So he would walk anyway.

This way, at least we nail the drive-by's.

Give it to me again.

He gives us the shooters for the Lacey, Cooper,

Williams, and Neil drive-by's,

including addresses,

vehicles, weapons,

and hiding places.

And in return, he walks,

with your guarantee of safe harbor,

as long as he's a citizen.

No harassment, no set ups, no entrapment

and nobody knows we turned him.

C'mon, Jack. Grace has done a helluva job,

trying to reconcile everyone's needs here. What do you say?

Does she know that pulling her police witnesses was your idea?

Yeah. I knew that.

Let me say this,

fifty drive by shooters don't equal one dead cop.

Not now, not ever.

We don't disagree with that, Jack.

Look. Torrey hits the streets no matter what.

The only question is, do you want to make

a deal to get something for it or not?

I guess I got no choice.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

You sure there won't be an inquiry?

The judge is just gonna let him go?

- I think so. - You think so.

The word "think" doesn't make me sleep easy tonight.

How'd you sleep last night, Bruce?

After telling Dolan to withhold witnesses from my cases.

Did you sleep like a baby last night?

Try to understand, Grace. I have a--

I understand perfectly. You do what you have to do.

As do you.

Yeah, you got that right.

Clerk: Criminal complaint five-nine-four-six,

People vs. Lyle Torrey.

Grace Van Owen for the People, Your Honor.

My office has become aware that the evidence

used to secure a conviction against Mr. Torrey...

was obtained in violation of

the defendant's constitutional rights.

Van Owen: Therefore, in the interests of justice,

I offer a joint recommendation with defense counsel

that the verdict be set aside,

that the case be dismissed with prejudice...

and that Mr. Torrey be released.

Ms. Van Owen,

I don't look casually upon the deprivation of civil rights

and I must say I find this extremely disturbing.

I'm going to have to look into this.

Everything in these papers meet with your approval, Mr. Cullen?

- Yes, Judge. - Then it is so ordered.

The clerk will draft the order.

Mr. Torrey, you're free to go.

Next case.

I thought you might want to know.

The police arrested the three guys

responsible for the drive-bys this morning.

Looks like your version of justice

turned out to be better than mine.

Just do me one favor.

From now on, don't make me follow anybody's version.

Lets just go by the letter of the law, okay?

You got it.

Grace...

you did good.

Reporter 1: How do you feel about the police department

violating your civil right?!

[indistinct chattering]

[soft music]

Abby: So what do cops think when a Lyle Torrey

goes back on the streets?

Well, I'll tell you what I think.

A guy like Lyle Torrey is physically

incapable of leading a straight life.

He's kinked like a kitchen phone cord.

He'll be back in the can before Valentine's Day.

If he lives that long.

You're not eating.

- Something wrong with the soup? - No.

- Wanna order something else? - No.

I'm just a little... unsettled.

You know why that is, don't you?

No, why is that?

Well, it's 'cause you're fighting every single

sexy impulse in your body, and your body's fighting back.

[laughs]

Do remember our one and only kiss?

Yeah.

I remember everything about it.

Bill: How the tip of your nose was cold.

How your lipstick had almost rubbed off.

How that parking lot smelled of tar

and orange trees.

And that ah, little sound you--

I remember. I remember.

Ah...

I'm not looking to put a burden on your life.

I like my privacy, too.

But these feelings I have for you aren't going away.

They're getting stronger.

- I want to go to bed with you. - Hmm-he!

And, well, I was just sort of

hoping that you'd feel the same way.

And just in case, I don't suppose it's a coincidence

that we're having lunch in a hotel restaurant

with about six hundred rooms over our heads.

At least tell me that you weren't so sure of me

that you already booked the room.

[music continues]

[laughing]

Ann?

Ross, I didn't expect to see you today.

What's going on, Stuart?

I wanted to talk to you both.

I've got some bad news.

Kelly changed her mind.

- What? - No.

I got a call last night from an attorney in New York,

telling me the deal was off.

She took another offer.

- Why? Burnett: I don't know.

Burnett: I never saw it coming.

We met her. She liked us.

[sighs] She can't just...

I want to talk to her, Ross!

She's gone. She went back east.

I don't even know where to reach her.

Who made the other offer?

The attorney put her in touch

with a Connecticut couple.

I think her mother actually knows them.

They have a big country house and horses.

[sighs] Horses?

That's-- that can't be it!

You're not telling us the truth!

- Ann. - Hey, here's what you do.

You tell her I'll buy her a barn,

you tell her I'll buy her horses.

Stuart, you don't want to get

involved in a bidding war.

I want to talk to her, Ross!

You're looking for a rational explanation,

there isn't one.

She's just a kid...

flying by the seat of her pants.

Maybe she wants her baby to grow up

where the seasons change.

Who knows?

[sighs]

[sighs]

I wish these things didn't happen.

But don't get down.

Burnett: We'll keep looking.

Markowitz: Okay.

Boy.

It wasn't meant to be, it wasn't meant to be.

It's a little hard to believe that our lives could be turned

inside out by the whims of a teenager, but...

[sighs] That was the first one.

There'll be plenty of others.

[sigh] Absolutely.

I, um, I've got a meeting...

I've got a meeting with Leland. You okay?

Absolutely. I'm fine.

Markowitz: Sure? - Yeah. Really.

Okay.

I love you.

[mellow music]

[saxophone music]

[gasps]

[groans]

You want me off?

No, no, no.

- You're fine. - Good.

'Cause I don't think I can move.

[both chuckle]

[sighs]

You missed a spot.

Where?

[both laugh]

Oh... there.

[laughs] Mmm.

[groans]

[laughs]

[beeping]

- Mmm. - Mmm.

[sighs]

[keys dialing]

Ringstrom...

Yeah?

Alright, I'll be there.

[sighs]

What it it?

A homicide.

Somebody killed Lyle Torrey.

[police radio chattering]

[door closes]

Man 3: One man down, right?

Grace Van Owen, District Attorney. I wanna see the body.

Man 4: Stay back, behind the other two...

[indistinct chatter]

Man 5: Ballistic show up yet?

Make sure you check...

We had a deal!

We? We didn't shoot him.

There's your shooter, right there.

The man sings, the man dies! Simple as that!

- How'd he find out? - I don't know.

That's why I'm asking questions here.

You leaked it, didn't you? You put it out that Torrey

was an informer and you set him up!

Hey, Counselor, give me a break, okay? Let me do my job.

You promised me he'd be safe!

I promised you we wouldn't touch him...

and we didn't.

Well, I promise you, there'll be a complete investigation!

Well, great! You conduct yours, and we'll conduct ours!

Excuse me.

Man 6: Excuse us.

[dramatic music]

Ready? Lift.

[mellow music]

A star is born, you two.

And I say that having just watched the tape.

He speaks the truth.

What on earth is that, David?

A point of purchase display.

How do you like it?

We-we put that in a store?

Right next to the cash register.

It's not a bad picture.

You should be very pleased.

When's our next shoot?

I'll be editing down this footage over the weekend.

And sometime next week I like to get you out

on a few locations.

A courthouse, a walk down Rodeo Drive.

Alison has some terrific ideas.

Great.

Then we have your matter to discuss.

My matter?

[whispers] As in divorce.

Actually, Arnie...

I've never been married.

You pistol.

Oh, Benny!

This is a videotape of you.

Thank you.

So how about it, Benny?

What do you think?

It's great.

Are we going to get pictures like this of everybody?

The irony is, I'm trying to locate

my guilt here, and I can't.

Kuzak: Well, maybe that's because you don't have

anything to be guilty about.

You did everything you possibly could

to right that wrong, and you succeeded.

At the expense of Lyle Torrey's life.

Kuzak: Trust me.

His departure is no great loss to mankind.

On top of which, three drive-by

shooters are in custody because of you.

I'd say that ethics wise and morals-wise,

your books are balanced.

Rogoff struck a deal with the cops

to get himself off the hook at my expense.

I struck a deal with Torrey to get myself off the hook

at his expense,

and the cops tied up the loose ends by

picking up the bodies.

Van Owen: Ah-uh.

Thanks for your vote of confidence.

[sighs]

But it had nothing to do with ethics or morals.

It was purely political.

Hmm... so you see? The system does work.

[laughing]

What?

[laughing]

What's so funny?

[police siren wailing in distance]

[sighs]

Markowitz: Hi.

Hi.

- How you doin'? - Fine.

Horrible. Really horrible.

I can't concentrate.

I didn't get anything done all afternoon.

So, that's okay.

I trusted Kelly...

[sobbing] I let myself want that baby.

Ann, that baby...

it wasn't our baby.

Our baby is waiting to be born to somebody,

someone we don't even know yet.

That little... that little soul is out there waiting for us.

So we have to be patient too.

We'll find our baby.

I swear to you.

You're making this up.

No, I'm not.

I don't know whether you are or or not

but it's a wonderful thought.

[laughs]

Thank you.

[sniffles]

- You feel better? - Much better.

Good.

So, can we get some dinner?

Sounds good.

Where to? You want French food?

Yeah. Whatever you want. Ah, can you hang on a second?

Lemme make a pit stop.

[mellow music]

[sobbing]

[theme music]