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[chair creaks]

[sighs] What's this? Hawaii?

Mm-hmm, I thought maybe we could get away.

We just filed the appeal.

Well, Victor will let us know if anything happens.

- In the mean time-- - Stuart.

I have to stay here.

[rustling]

- It's over, Ann. - Stuart--

It's over.

Even if the appeals court finds abuse of discretion,

they are not going to move the baby again.

[sighs]

So, we just give up? Is that the...

She's gone.

She's gone.

And we have to accept it...

and we have to try to get on with the rest of our lives.

Please don't push me on this, Stuart.

[sighs]

She was our whole life for three months.

Don't ask me to just let go of her.

[sighs] What if Tammy calls?

Stuart: She's not going to call. - You don't know that.

She-she's unstable. [cries]

I mean, first, she didn't want the baby,

- then she wanted the baby. - Ann...

I know you need time, but...

Stuart: I don't think Tammy Harris

is going to change her mind.

I have to let it go...

for me.

[chuckles nervously]

How are we ever going to survive this, Stuart?

I don't think we have all that much choice.

[somber music]

[sighs]

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Father Higuera: Vincent Kyle might have been homeless.

But he was still part of the community.

To those of you who see the homeless as also faceless,

nameless, and worthless, you should at least know this,

they grieve for their own the same as anyone else,

and they also demand justice.

At this trial, there will be

12 of the defendant's peers in the jury box.

Well, I'm here to tell you that there will be

12 of the victim's peers in the courtroom.

And they will be watching.

Feeling any pressure, Ms. Van Owen?

When a man's been killed, for going through

a garbage can, I don't need any pressure.

[man coughs]

The life of a homeless person means

as much as the life of any other human being.

Well, thank you, ma'am. Thank you.

[camera clicks] Thank you, thank you.

We can do without the nonsense today, Leonard.

Come on, father, I think we ought to show

a little gratitude around here.

I mean we get a meal, we get to be on television,

and hey, if somebody kills one of us, they actually arrest him.

- I'm not asking for gratitude. - Like hell you aren't.

You think you're some kind of saint?

I'm just doing my job, sir.

Oh, don't be so modest.

You're-you're the champion of the downtrodden.

Concerned, compassionate Joan of Arc on the nightly news.

That's enough, Leonard.

I'm not doing this for the news.

Well, these are the TV cameras.

And as soon as they turn them off, you get back

Leonard: in your little sports car, and you drive home

as fast as you can.

And let one of us come anywhere near your house,

and you'd kill us just as quick as that guy who's on trial.

I am prosecuting this man

because I believe he belongs in prison.

Nobody goes to prison for killing one of us.

We'll see about that.

[siren wails in distance]

[stomps]

It's just like stepping on a bug, lady.

[grim music]

It don't mean nothing.

On a potentially bright note, I'm meeting with the CEO

of Hackett Development Corporation this afternoon.

They're looking for a new general counsel,

and if I'm successful in setting the hook,

this could mean an annual billing revenue

in excess of $600,000.

- Good luck. - Go get them, Dougie.

Thank you. Hurrying along, Meyer versus Meyer.

Yeah, Dave Meyer's coming in this morning, undoubtedly,

to try and talk me into talking Roxanne into taking him back.

Is he represented by counsel?

Ah, not yet, as far as I know.

Douglas: And what about the Divotski divorce?

Mr. Divotski keeps calling me.

[sighs] I'll get to it as soon as I can, Douglas,

I'm a little backed up, I thought we'd have

Arnie: a new associate by now.

Perhaps if you'd contribute

to the interviewing process, we would.

I thought Dorothy and Diana were gonna solve the manpower crisis.

I'm swamped as it is.

And Diana Moses is a part-time clerk,

not a full-time associate.

Plus, which I notice she herself has now become a client.

She's divorcing her husband and I opened up a file,

for administrative convenience.

It's real simple, she'll be doing it herself.

Fine, so, we pay her to do her work instead of ours.

She'll do the work, Douglas, don't worry.

Why should I worry?

Arnie spends his days representing

Roxanne pro bono.

Diana Moses will represent herself pro bono.

Michael's gonna represent Abby, I assume pro bono.

By the way, Mike, what's the deal on that?

Michael: Money laundering.

She's being charged with

knowingly accepting drug money.

With all the time we spend representing each other,

it's a small wonder anybody has time, for paying clients.

Alright, Douglas, you've made your point over and over again.

No, actually you left out the most important point of all.

You forgot how Victor represented Ann and me

pro bono last week, and how Arnie did all the leg work

with the baby broker.

- I have no quarrel with that. - I know you don't, Douglas.

Which brings up the point that I want to make.

Ann and I would like to thank you all, for your support.

It's one thing to offer compassion, but you people...

Stuart: Each in your own way,

actually managed to provide it somehow.

And we'll never forget it.

Okay.

I guess, uh, we're adjourned.

[clicks]

[soft rattling]

[telephone ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Arnie sighs] He's in there.

Did you talk to him? Did he say anything?

He wouldn't talk to me.

He just said, "Tell Arnie I'm here."

Oh, boy. [sighs]

Dave.

We've had some happy visits, Arnie.

It's fair to say this will not be one of them.

You know, until this thing is settled, you and I

really shouldn't be talking

unless you have a lawyer present.

- I thought you were my friend. - Oh, come on, Dave.

I don't have many friends, I know a lot of people,

yes, but I don't have many friends.

I am your friend. I care about what happens to you.

You don't give a rat's ass about what happens to me.

Arnie: That's not true.

"Look, there's someone lying in the gutter,

never mind, its only Dave."

"Stop the car! You ran over him. Never mind, it's only Dave."

You're not the only one involved here.

Roxanne is also devastated.

Arnie: Now she's come to me for support, what should I do?

Arnie: Send her away? - Yes.

There are some things you don't do.

You don't sell solid cakes of insecticide as teething biscuits

and you do not betray your friends.

That's not the way I see it. Now, your wife wants out.

It can either be amicable or it can be bloody.

Trust me on this.

You join forces with that faithless harridan,

and it'll gonna be as bloody as the Battle of Bull Run.

[door opens]

[thudding]

They're saying I had to know that Weiland was paying me

with drug money, no RICO charges, just laundering.

So, no indictment yet, right?

The Grand Jury meets Thursday.

This is so unfair, I did nothing illegal.

Well, I think it sounds more like

politics than anything else.

How much money did you get from Weiland?

Abby: Altogether about $70,000.

- In a month? - I went by the book, Mike.

Everything was on the up and up.

I think we got a good chance at suppressing,

the wiretap looks very shaky.

And I know Flaherty, let's set up a meeting for tomorrow.

Maybe we can work something out.

No way. He's looking for a trophy to hang on his wall.

If it can't be Weiland's head, he's gonna get mine.

Well, just the same, his case stinks.

It's worth a shot trying to talk him down from his perch.

Yeah, I'll say it's worth it.

I could be looking at disbarment here.

I could go to prison, Mike.

Hang in there, Abby.

We're gonna pull out all the stops on this one.

Thank you, Michael. Thanks.

[car engine rumbling]

[honking]

Mr. Broder, what were you and Vincent Kyle doing that night?

We were going through garbage cans.

- What were you looking for? - Food.

But it was pouring rain that night.

We were hungry.

Did you go through the defendant's garbage?

Mr. Broder: Yes.

Grace: Would you describe your encounter

with the defendant, Mr. Broder?

Mr. Broder: He came out and told us to get away,

- or he was gonna call the cops. - And what did you do?

Vincent asked him how come we couldn't have his garbage?

What was his response to this, sir?

Mr. Broder: He just went back in through the gate and he came out

in a little while, and he had a gun in his hand,

and he pointed it at Vince, and he said, "Get the-- the...

Uh, uh, get the F away from my house."

Vincent bent down to pick up this pair of sneakers

he had found, and that's when that man shot him.

Grace: And what did you do?

- I ran. Grace: Thank you, sir.

I have nothing further, Your Honor.

Where did you sleep last night, Mr. Broder?

- Objection. - Offered to impeach.

Overruled.

I-- I-- I got a-- a room downtown.

- Who paid for it? - Ms. Van Owen.

She pay for that new jacket you're wearing?

Uh, yes.

Russell: She pay for the new shoes?

Mr. Broder: Yes.

Do you really think he'd lie

for a pair of shoes?

Or do you just enjoy shaming him?

Sit down, father.

Tell us, did you ever know Vincent to be a violent man?

Vincent took care of me.

He used to cut my hair, he...

he made me brush my teeth.

W-- when I had pneumonia, he got me a blanket

and he stayed up all night, so nobody would bother me.

Russell: He also had a knife with him the night

you two went to Richard Jeffries' house, didn't he?

He had everything he owned with him.

Was he holding a knife when Richard Jeffries shot him?

Vincent wouldn't threaten a guy with a gun in his hand.

Russell: You sure about that? Mr Broder: Yes.

Vincent didn't want to die.

Is that right?

Tell us, Mr. Broder, did Vincent ever attempt suicide?

- Objection. - Overruled.

Russell: He attempted suicide last Christmas,

- didn't he? - Yes.

And he was kept under observation at Camarillo State

for six weeks following that, wasn't he?

Your Honor, this line of questioning

is inflammatory and irrelevant.

A history of psychotic behavior is irrelevant?

He stayed in the hospital so he could sleep.

- So he could sleep? Mr. Broder: Yes.

When you sleep outside during the night,

the crackheads rob you

and during the day, the cops chase you.

Vincent was tired!

He was crazy, Mr. Broder, not tired.

- No. No. No. - He was dangerously crazy.

You live on those streets for six and a half years,

you see how crazy that makes you!

[Broder gasps]

Russell: No further questions.

[man coughs]

[footsteps]

[phone rings] Okay, Mr. Brackman.

Better get your people in.

- We're in. - Just the two of you?

How many people did the other firms bring?

Bundy Speck sent four partners.

You'll be fine.

Woman on phone: Hackett developers.

[chair squeaks]

- Benny. - Yeah?

I want you to sit next to me in the meeting, okay?

Like a lawyer.

- I-- I don't know. - It'll be fine.

Sit next to me, just take a yellow pad and write.

Don't talk, don't look around.

Just look down at the pad and write.

- Mr. Brackman? - Put these on.

[telephone ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

Great.

[soft rattling]

And get rid of the gum.

Head down, write!

McKenzie Brackman may not be all things to all men,

but we think our strengths and your needs make a very nice fit.

I think it's only fair to express

my concern about no Bay Area office.

That's what airlines are for.

Leo: Look, we're severing our ties with Gacey-Whitman

because I wanna be able to pick up the phone,

and talk to my attorneys.

I don't want to wait three days

- for a return call. - Of course, not.

What's going to make this work is compatibility.

Because if you don't like the way I do business,

if you're constantly having to be the bearer of bad news,

it's going to affect your commitment to us.

Rest assured, Leo, that our professional obligation--

What does your associate think?

[scribbling on paper]

- You. - Ah, Ben.

You've heard all this.

How would you assess this match in terms of compatibility?

I don't know.

I don't know either, Ben, but I appreciate the candor.

[sighs]

For once, a lawyer doesn't bluff an answer

when he doesn't have one.

Leo: Thank you, Ben.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

Arnie, look at this, Dave's bringing an expedited motion

to disqualify you, he says you have a conflict of interest.

He's got Sheldon Ganz representing him.

Big Dave's not fooling around here, Rox.

What happens if he wins this motion?

It means nobody in this firm can represent you,

you'll have to go outside for counsel.

[phone rings] And there aren't too many out there

as good as Sheldon Ganz, I promise.

[footsteps]

I've got the credit card bill

in front of me, $1200! Daryl, for God's sake!

Hang on. I'm sorry, Victor.

No, I'm sorry, I didn't wanna interrupt.

No, this isn't work, interrupt.

Okay, here's the order, that's Mike's research.

- That's mine. - Then mine.

Just check with me before you do my stuff, okay?

Michael, then you, then you.

Right, later.

Sorry, Daryl. Daryl?

Hello?

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

You heard?

Yeah.

Diana: All these agreements we made.

This talk about being good to each other, and he runs off

to Mexico with somebody on my credit card.

Jonathan: You sure?

[sighs]

She's an E.R. nurse at Cedars.

I'm sorry.

Jonathan, when you offered help, were you serious?

Very serious.

Help. [chuckles]

[instrumental music]

It's not up to me, Michael, if the Grand Jury

wants to return an indictment.

You're the one pushing this, Terry, not the Grand Jury.

Terry: Because your client broke the law.

Give me a break.

Come on, we all know what's going on here.

You're mad as hell because you lost Weiland,

and you're taking it out on Abby.

If she's innocent, she's got nothing to worry about.

Innocent or not, this puts a big stain on her reputation, which--

She should have thought about reputation

before defending dirt-bags like Weiland.

You wanna fry Weiland, go after Weiland, but attacking her

is unprofessional, and you damn well know it.

What is unprofessional is your waltzing in here under the guise

of friendship to climb up my back for a dismissal!

You think I'm climbing on you now, Terry, this thing goes

to trial, and my footprints will be up and down your head!

Grand Jury meets tomorrow.

I'll let you know how it turns out.

- Let me testify. - Abby.

I don't need to let you do anything.

You wanna tell your story, let me tell mine.

Or you're afraid they're gonna see through you

like a store front window?

You wanna testify, counselor?

I will roll out the red carpet.

2:00, don't be late.

[door opens]

Michael: I wouldn't testify, Abby.

If I don't, there's no avoiding the indictment.

Maybe so, but the main thing

we have to do is avoid a conviction.

We gotta look down the road.

They will not convict me, Mike.

Well, just the same, your testifying for the Grand Jury

hands him free discovery.

He'll be better prepared for you at trial.

I'll take my chances.

I can't go in there with you, you know.

Grand Jury's closed to counsel.

I'm just going to have to beat him all by myself.

[indistinct chatter]

May I talk with you a second, father?

Sit down.

I've found that juries tend to get a little spooked

with outbursts in the court.

You want me to mind my Ps and Qs?

I just think that disrupting the courtroom can work against us.

We disrupt the courtroom just by showing up.

Courtrooms are public places.

These people aren't part of the public, Ms. Van Owen.

Then, at least, let's not make it any worse.

- No promises, but I'll try. - Thank you.

[rustling]

Excuse me, are these people here with you?

Why?

We can't have them taking up all these tables

here at lunchtime.

These people are attending a trial upstairs, sir.

They can't sit over a cup of coffee for 45 minutes.

Then, buy them lunch.

I should buy them lunch?

Very simple, either they're out of here

in five minutes, or I'm calling the cops.

[indistinct chatter]

I thought we'd go over a few specifics of an agreement,

and then if you have the time,

I'd like you to meet the other partners.

- Fine. - Will Ben be joining us?

Ben? No, he's unavailable.

Leo: Well, make him available, I'd like him at this meeting.

[paper rustling] Mr. Hackett.

Ben... is Benny, Benny Stulwicz. He's not an associate.

He's the firm's messenger, and he's retarded.

I asked him to sit in with me at our first meeting,

because we didn't have an associate who could come.

I assure you that we are in the process of finding

another associate and, in fact, our ability to serve

Hackett Development would not be affected

in any case, because the partners will--

- That man is retarded? - Yes.

- I regret very much-- - I want to talk to him.

[footsteps]

- Benny. - Yes, sir.

Mr. Brackman, told me that you're not a lawyer.

That you work here as a messenger for the firm.

Ah, y-- yeah, uh...

[groans]

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

Don't be sorry.

- Y-- y-- you're not mad at me? - Of course not.

Tell me, Benny, do you like working here?

Yeah.

Besides the mail, what else do you do?

Ah, I get donuts and I file stuff.

I go to the cleaners a lot for Arnie.

B-- b-- but I like delivering the mail the best.

Benny... [paper rustling]

I wonder if you'd do me a favor.

I have a daughter named Alice.

She's also retarded.

Would you be willing to talk to her about your job?

[indistinct chatter]

What do you mean?

Well, just say what you did to me.

Alice is scared of people.

She doesn't like to leave the house.

Oh.

When she was a little girl, she got lost.

And we couldn't find her for days. It was terrible.

[paper rustling] But that was a long time ago.

She's grown up now.

And I would like her to come to work

in my office, but she's afraid.

I-- I get scared w-- when I get lost too.

Leo: Would you talk to her? Tell her about your job.

About how you get from place to place by yourself.

About the mail, and about your friends.

I-- I-- I don't know.

I'm not so good at explaining things.

Um, besides, I'm-- I'm real busy all the time.

Well, would you, uh at least think about it?

Okay. But I got to get back to work.

[footsteps]

Mr. Jeffries, we've heard Henry Broder's version

of what happened that night,

I'd like for you now to give us yours.

I heard someone going through my garbage.

I went outside and asked Mr. Broder

and his friend Mr. Kyle not to.

I didn't think I was being disrespectful or impolite.

Richard: I just told them I was concerned about rodents

and I wanted my garbage to be left sealed.

Russell: And what was their response?

I guess they thought I had insulted them.

Objection, this witness is in

no position to know what they thought.

Sustained.

What did they say, Mr. Jeffries?

I don't remember his exact words, but Mr. Kyle said

something like, "If it's in the alley, it's ours."

Then he said some other threatening stuff.

He had a knife in his hand the whole time.

What did you do?

Richard: I beat it back into the house.

Russell: Did you call the police?

Yes, I did, I told them there were two transients

going through my garbage and that they threatened me.

They refused to leave.

I was told it was a low priority call

and that they would get to it when they could.

Your Honor, I have here a transcript of that phone call.

I ask that it be admitted into evidence

- as defense exhibit number one. Judge McFarlane: So, ordered.

You didn't stay in the house, did you, sir?

My wife and I were going out to dinner.

I didn't feel safe leaving the kids home alone.

I went outside with the gun just to scare them away.

Russell: And what happened? - They didn't scare.

This guy Vincent stared at me with this knife in his hand.

He crouched down and came toward me

with this crazed look on his face.

Objection to that, characterization.

Judge McFarlane: Sustained. - I yelled at him to stay back.

But he just kept coming at me.

I had to shoot him, he would've killed me.

I have no further questions.

[man coughs]

So, you were afraid they'd break into your house,

but you killed him in the alley.

I didn't want to wait until they got inside.

What made you think that they would have?

The way they cursed at me, the look on their faces.

Grace: "The look on their faces," that's not the only time

the look on their faces got to you, was it, Mr. Jeffries?

- Objection! Judge McFarlane: Overruled.

You've lodged more than 15 complaints

with the police department about transients

in your neighborhood, haven't you?

My daughters were afraid to play in the yard.

You complained about them being in front of your office.

They sleep in the doorway.

What does this have to do with anything, Your Honor?

I submit that the defendant wasn't defending himself

that night in the alley, there was nothing

to defend himself from.

Richard Jeffries was obsessed with driving

the homeless out of his neighborhood.

He shot Vincent Kyle to make them go away.

- Objection! - My family was in that house!

Look out here, Mr. Jeffries, just across from your family.

Russell: Objection. Grace: Tell us.

How would you make them go away?

Ms. Van Owen, that's enough.

I have nothing further.

[instrumental music]

[engines whirring]

He's had business dealings with my client,

they're partners, he can't possibly--

I'm not betraying that partnership.

Nor am I breaking any duty owed to David Meyer.

Mr. Becker has a warped sense of duty, Your Honor.

He's had direct access to my client's financial affairs,

as well as to privileged inter-spousal communications

Sheldon: between the parties.

The only thing warped here

is Mr. Ganz's sense of the law.

The fact that David Meyer shared those communications

with me automatically waives the privilege!

Frankly, Mr. Becker, I'm more concerned about her.

Now, how can I trust you to fight her battles

against a man you're partners with?

She's fully aware of this partnership,

she wants me as her lawyer.

Moreover, my professional responsibility

is beyond reproach.

You're not looking at some sleazy schlockmeister here.

This, uh, business venture was some sort of video thing?

That's correct, "Arnold Becker's Home Guide To Divorce."

With all due respect to the presumption of dignity

this video gives him, his participation here

is both undignified and unethical.

This man has no foundation to comment on dignity

or ethics or any other concept that's foreign to him.

Alright, I've heard enough.

Mr. Becker, you have no business being in the middle of this.

Mr. Meyer is your business partner,

Judge Lobel: you have a fiduciary responsibility

to act in his best interest.

You could even be a witness to this thing, and it is

totally irresponsible, for you to be representing the wife.

It's her choice, it's what she wants.

Judge Lobel: I don't care!

Now, I will let you participate in discovery,

and settlement negotiations,

but if this thing goes to trial, you're out.

Judge Lobel: And furthermore, I want you, not your client,

but you, to pay the cost of this motion.

Now, that's all, we're adjourned.

I want it on the record that my client is being denied

the representation of her choice.

She can go rent your video.

Thanks.

[rattling] David.

If you have anything to say, speak with my attorney.

[rattling]

Benny, I wanted to tell you what a good impression

you made on Leo Hackett.

The only reason we're still in the running,

for his business is because of you.

Did he tell you about his daughter?

Yeah.

He'd really like you to talk to her.

Uh...

He said I could think about it.

I understand your reluctance, but I want you to know

how helpful it would be to the firm.

It would also be a very nice thing to do for her.

And we'd give you the day off.

Say tomorrow?

[breaths shakily]

I would consider it a personal favor, if you'd say yes.

Okay. I'll try.

[taps] Good man.

[telephone ringing]

[wrapper rustling]

[bus engine rumbling]

And during the last five weeks, Mr. Weiland retained you

to represent 12 different drug trafficking defendants,

is that right?

Including Mr. Weiland, there were 12, yes.

And in consideration for which, he paid you

- $72,000 in cash, did he not? - That's correct.

Well, now, tell me, Ms. Perkins, from where did you think

- Mr. Weiland got this money? - I didn't know, Mr. Flaherty.

Terry: Did you ever ask him where he got it?

Abby: No, I didn't.

Because you know, like we all know, that

that money is the proceeds of drug transactions.

It's not incumbent upon the attorney to ascertain

the source from which a client pays his fee.

No, no, it isn't, but you knew the source.

You knew it was drug money when you took it.

No, I didn't know that and I still don't.

Come on, counselor, you're a sharp woman.

Can't you put it all together?

Why don't you tell us how you put it all together?

The only reason you know the $72,000 amount

is because that's the amount that I reported

to the Federal government for tax withholding purposes!

Well, thank you, thank you, counselor, but--

Abby: I never tried to cover up anything, Mr. Flaherty!

Quiet, Ms. Perkins!

What are you trying

Abby: to cover up now?! - I said be quiet!

Excuse me, I'd like to

let the witness make her statement.

Thank you.

There are a few things that Mr. Flaherty forgot to tell you.

Abby: He forgot to tell you that I've never tried

to conceal anything.

He forgot to tell you that my representation of

those 12 defendants was completely within

the bounds of the law.

And you know what else he forgot to mention?

11 of those 12 people were never convicted.

Because the prosecution could not make its case.

So, what that means, ladies and gentlemen,

is when he stands here today

and he tells you that these 12 people were drug traffickers,

he's asking you to believe something

that he was unable to prove in a court of law.

And the reason he is coming after me

is exactly because he could not get them. So, he's angry.

He's angry and he's upset because I successfully defended

people that he tried to convict.

And he's angry because I've put a big dent

in his track record two years before he runs

- for Lieutenant Governor. - Very good, Ms. Perkins.

So, what are you going to do if you can't get me, Mr. Flaherty?

- Go after this jury next? - Ms. Perkins!

Run them through the computer for old parking tickets?

Quiet now, or I'll put you up for contempt.

That was a very nice little song, Ms. Perkins,

but you never answered my question.

From where did you think Mr. Weiland's money came?

I answered your question. I told you I didn't know.

Now, why don't you tell us, if you're so sure

that my clients are criminals, why can't you prosecute them?

I will prosecute them!

After you get their attorney out of the way, right?

[clears throat]

Russell: You live on the same street as the defendant.

- Is that right, Ms. Mack? - Yes.

Russell: Did you ever know him to be a violent man?

Ms. Mack: Absolutely not.

Russell: How about those two men

who were going through his garbage,

- had you ever seen them before? - Sure, I had seen them.

Will you tell the court what you had seen them doing?

Besides going through the garbage?

I had seen them drinking, I had seen them fighting,

Ms. Mack: I'd seen them urinating on the street.

They are homeless, where are they supposed to urinate?

Judge McFarlane: Order.

Where are they supposed to urinate?

Father, that's enough.

Were you ever accosted by these men, Ms. Mack?

Ms. Mack: Every single day. There was a whole group of them.

They'd come up to me in the street, and ask for money.

Except they weren't really asking.

They'd glare at me.

They'd glare at my kids.

Ms. Mack: The only way to deal with it is just

never make eye contact and never break stride.

Some would say that's not a very charitable approach.

I'll choose my own charities, thank you.

We're not talking about mothers with children.

We're not talking about elderly people.

Ms. Mack: These are able bodied men.

But they're homeless.

We'd be homeless too if we spent

all day drinking and taking dope.

Grace: Move to strike.

Sustained and stricken.

- Were you frightened of them? Ms. Mack: You bet I was.

I'll never forget going outside one morning, and seeing

one of them tearing up a garden across the street.

He was stomping on the flowers,

and throwing dirt at people as they walked by.

How can you not be frightened of a person like this?

Thank you, I have no further questions.

Mrs. Mack, if you made it a point of never making

eye contact with these men, how is it

you're sure Vincent Kyle was one of them?

I saw him going through my garbage, too.

Grace: Did you ever ask him not to?

I don't have the nerve for that.

I also don't have a gun.

Would you use a gun to keep a man out of your garbage?

I'd use a gun to protect myself.

Grace: How about to drive him out of your neighborhood?

It's not our neighborhood anymore. It's theirs.

What's theirs, Mrs. Mack?

All the garbage you let them eat?

Objection.

How dare you sit in judgment of me?

How dare you pretend to know a man whom you've never met?

To you, they're just carcasses.

Load them on a truck and haul them out.

These people scare me to death.

What do I do about that?

What do I tell my kids when they ask me

why they can't play in the park anymore?

Ms. Mack: What do I tell them when they ask why there are men

picking through our garbage cans?

Tell 'em there's poor people in the world.

- Father Higuera. - Yeah.

Tell 'em not everybody is lucky enough

to have a roof over their heads.

Will the court officer remove that man?

Tell 'em not everybody is lucky enough to eat every day.

Not everybody can go to a doctor when they're sick.

Father Higuera: Just tell 'em the truth, that's all,

just tell 'em the truth!

[thudding]

Should Richard Jeffries have permitted

those two men to pick through his garbage?

That's not the issue.

Should he have asked them in for a bowl of beef stew?

That's not the issue, the only issue...

is whether Richard Jeffries could've reasonably believed

that Vincent Kyle was about to attack him.

For six and a half years, Vincent Kyle

had been sleeping on the street.

For six and a half years, he'd been chased away by cops...

by shopkeepers.

He'd been shunned by anyone less wretched than himself.

He was sifting through soiled diapers... maggots.

And putrid meat in the pouring rain looking for food.

Russell: He was staring at Richard Jeffries

with a knife in his hand.

He was staring at the warm, dry house...

in which Richard Jeffries lived.

The District Attorney maintains that

my client had nothing to be afraid of.

Before you send him to prison...

imagine if Vincent Kyle had been staring at you.

[rustling on chair]

What kind of person eats out of garbage cans?

Or keeps all their worldly goods in a shopping cart

they push around in the rain?

Richard Jeffries remembers when people like that...

could only be found on Skid Row.

They were called bums, derelicts, hoboes.

Now, they're the homeless.

Grace: Children call them the dirty people.

And now, they are everywhere.

He sees them near his office, near his gym...

outside of restaurants and supermarkets.

They skulk by with their matted hair and filthy clothes.

They smell worse than any human being he's ever known.

In fact, to the defendant, they weren't human at all.

Grace: They were more like a pack of rabid dogs

that just kept growing.

A blight of vermin and disease, and madness

that had invaded his perfect world.

Richard Jeffries, could never wind up homeless.

You or I could never wind up homeless.

The homeless did something wrong to get that way.

We don't owe them anything.

Not a dry place to sleep, not even the right

to eat out of garbage cans.

And it just makes it a lot easier

to think about them that way.

The only trouble is, once we do...

once we can look at people living in such misery,

no matter what the reason... and feel nothing...

then it is us who have ceased to be human.

Vincent Kyle got too close to Richard Jeffries' world.

But that is not something he deserved to die for.

It is not something that allowed Richard Jeffries to kill him.

Tell Richard Jeffries that.

Tell them.

[man coughs]

Arnie?

[indistinct chatter]

I've been thinking, I don't want to make a war of this.

Hey, kiddo, your husband's already declared war.

Your only choice is to fight or surrender.

Well, then maybe I should surrender.

I mean, I-- I don't want his money.

We've been married less than a year, I'm not entitled to it.

[paper rustling] The law says that you are.

I don't care about the law.

I-- I still have to live with myself after this is over.

That's very admirable, Rox, but pride isn't gonna pay your rent.

Besides which, you earned a percentage

of that video money. You brokered the deal.

You'd be getting a chunk of it even if you weren't married

to him, why should you forfeit it just because you were?

I-- I never thought of it like that.

It's my job to think of it like that.

As your lawyer, which I still am, and as your friend,

which I will always be, I'm telling you we have to fight.

Sheldon Ganz is gonna try and crush you, and your only shot

at a fair settlement here, is for me to try and crush Dave.

I just want to be free of all this.

Being alone isn't being free.

Being alone with two million bucks... that's being free.

[mumbling]

- Leland? Leland: Abby!

Well, fresh off the victory trail!

[smacking lips] Michael told you?

Oh, he's been telling everybody,

[thudding] as well he should.

Do you know how unusual it is for a Grand Jury not to indict?

What did you say in there?

I don't know but it worked.

[chuckles] And the money?

Looks like I get to keep it, no forfeiture.

Hmm!

- Well, congratulations. - Thank you.

Abby: And thanks for letting me borrow Mike

I would've been lost without him.

Leland: Well, the people in this firm

feel very strongly about you, Abby.

Which brings me to the reason why I asked to see you.

- We'd like you to come back. - Excuse me?

We've been interviewing would-be associates

for three months, not one more qualified than you.

I'm flattered, Leland, but I left here for a reason.

Yeah, yeah, you left because you weren't considered

partnership material.

You left because, however much we liked you...

Leland: we didn't think you were tough enough,

well, we've been watching you.

Daring to do what most lawyers wouldn't even try.

And succeeding at it.

Yeah. Hey, you're touch enough.

And you are exactly what this firm

is looking to build its future with.

- I have my own practice now. - Hmm, bring it with you.

There would be some objection to drug defense work,

but I suspect that's not what you want anyway.

Oh, Abby, I know, I know.

It's-- it's exciting to be out on your own.

But there's a lot to be said for going to work with people too.

Especially people who care about you, as much as we do.

I don't know exactly what to say.

Just say you'll think about it.

- Okay, I will. - Alright.

[birds chirping]

Afternoon, sir.

Hi.

Pretty, isn't she?

The car.

Oh. [chuckles nervously]

It's the, it's the most beautiful car I ever saw.

Benny!

[chuckles] Nice to see you, Benny.

Come on in.

You're right on time. I like that in a person.

I took the Wiltshire bus.

Alice.

Meet Benny Stulwicz.

He came all the way here on the bus, by himself to visit you.

Benny, this is my daughter, Alice.

Hi. [chuckles nervously]

Why don't I leave you two to get acquainted.

[footsteps]

[sighs] Ah, your-- your father, he wanted me

to tell you about by job at McKenzie Brackman.

Uh... I-- I deliver the mail.

I don't want a job.

You'd like it where I work.

I have lots of friends.

I don't need lots of friends.

I have Edward.

Who's Edward? Alice: He's my friend.

Edward drives the car. I go places with Edward. In the car.

Well, I go places by myself.

Sometimes Edward lets me drive.

You can drive? [chuckles]

[shushing]

You, you can drive?

You want to see me do it?

Yeah.

[footsteps]

Bailiff: Will the defendant rise?

[rustling]

Has the jury reached a verdict?

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

We find the defendant not guilty.

[sighs]

Not guilty?

Jeffries: Thank God! Thank God!

Don't go thanking God, he had nothing to do with it.

Judge McFarlane: That'll be enough.

Your Honor, I want the jury polled.

Didn't you think Vincent had some value?

Didn't you think this was a life?

[groaning] Didn't he count for anything? Anything?

♪ My country 'tis of thee ♪

♪ Sweet land of liberty ♪

Stop this outburst!

♪ Of thee I sing ♪

I want order in this courtroom!

♪ Land where my father died ♪

[birds chirping]

[tires screech]

[car engine rumbling]

[soft rattling]

[door opens]

You want to sit in the front?

[thudding]

[door opens]

[thudding]

[rustling]

Ready?

Ready.

Drive carefully.

[car engine revving]

See, I can do it.

[gasps and chuckles]

Oh! Oh!

I always wanted to drive my mom's car.

But she-- she wouldn't let me.

[tires screeching]

[soft rattling]

You could drive this one.

[gasps] No, I, I-- I couldn't.

It's easy. See, down there.

That pedal makes it go, and the other one makes it stop.

Will, will-- will-- will Edward be mad at me?

Edward is my friend.

Come on.

[laughs]

[rattling]

[birds chirping]

[door closes]

[seat belt rustling]

[car engine revving]

You have to do this.

[car engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[instrumental music]

[tires screeching]

Wha-- [sighs]

[giggling]

[car engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[chuckles]

[murmurs]

[laughing]

I'm doing it! I'm driving!

I told you it was easy.

[giggling]

[instrumental music]

[theme music]

[instrumental music]