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How long have you been a Bears fan, sir?

Lewis: I grew up in Chicago.

I've been a Bears fan all my life.

I mean, it killed me when I got transferred out here.

And you continued being a Bears fan

even after you moved to Los Angeles, did you not?

Yeah. This year I got the satellite dish

so I could watch 'em.

- I also got season tickets. - Season tickets?

Now why did you do that, sir, living in Los Angeles?

Lewis: Because season ticket holders

get first crack at Super Bowl tickets

and that's where they said they were headed.

- The defendant said that? Lewis: Yeah.

Lewis: They compared them to the '85 team

and that's why I spent four grand for the dish.

And what do I get? Six and ten.

Kumpel: Pre-season optimism is typical of

every team in pro sports, isn't it?

Lewis: If they don't play up to potential that's one thing.

It's part of the game, I can accept this.

This is a fact. But when you lie...

when you tell loyal fans

you're gonna have team speed on defense

when your own stopwatches tell you different...

when you puff up your offense, all the while you're getting

ready to trade your only quarterback with experience,

then you're falsely advertising your product.

That's what they did, and that's why I want my money back.

I have nothing further.

You're not just suing for your money back, are you, Mr. Lewis?

You're also claiming emotional distress.

They lost to Tampa Bay. Twice.

You're tying up the courts, a judge, a clerk

because you don't like the way a team played football?

Lewis: I spent money.

And then watching their games caused me to have

a blood pressure condition.

- The Chicago Bears did this? Lewis: Yeah.

Ask the doctors, they did this.

When they lied, saying they were good, it set me up.

At the time those claims were made

they thought they were good.

Baloney! They had a lousy secondary.

They couldn't even shut down the pass and...

Their secondary was fine until

Dan Hampton tore his knee apart,

isn't that correct, sir?

Dan Hampton is a lineman, lady,

not a corner-back.

Kelsey: But with him out,

the line couldn't mount

a legitimate pass rush,

which left the secondary over-exposed.

Lewis: You can't blame it all on the pass rush.

No, that's right. You can't blame it all on the pass rush.

What you can blame it on, is unforeseeable injuries.

They didn't lose anybody big.

They lost Donell Woolford in the second game.

Armstrong sprained his ankle against Tampa Bay,

Morrisey suffered a lacerated kidney

and had to miss the whole season.

Come on, they had all their

big guys, except for Hampton.

The truth is, they considered it a rebuilding year.

They traded McMahon for draft picks.

They totally wrote off this year and they didn't tell us!

You are not a shareholder, Mr. Lewis. You are just a fan.

I'm a Chicago Bears fan.

You wanna screw with people? Go ahead.

But you don't screw with a Chicago Bears fan.

Not today. Not ever.

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Okay, let's get started.

Brackman: Where's Victor?

He is in his office. He had an unexpected meeting.

Alright. First up, a very enthusiastic welcome

to our new partner, Grace Van Owen.

[all applauding]

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you. I'm very excited about being here.

Anything you need to get started, you just yell.

Thanks, but I've already gotten started.

Michael gave me the Sutter case.

- You're gonna do it? Kuzak: Well, it's a simple case.

The facts aren't disputed. And since Grace has prosecuted

a few mercy killers in her day,

I figured she'd have an inside track on how to defend one.

Rollins: Is there a defense? I-- I mean,

the guy did it, euthanasia's illegal.

I'm gonna try diminished actuality.

Are you comfortable being on the

other side of one of these cases?

At first, I wasn't. But I met with Mr. Sutter on Sunday.

I can represent him.

Good. Moving on, then. Lewis versus the Chicago Bears.

It's almost over, thank God.

Which means that I can start forgetting

everything there is to know about football.

Well, just make sure we win. Not that the Chicago Bears

will be steering much business our way, but you never know.

That's it. One good thing about losing all

our clients, the staff meetings are short.

Brackman: We're done. - Just a minute.

I've got an announcement.

Oh, God, are you leaving now?

Not quite.

I'm getting married.

To whom?

To whom? Come on. To Corrinne.

Who have I been with all this time?

Is she pregnant?

No, she's not pregnant, Douglas.

This is the woman I plan to spend the rest of my life with.

Well, have you set a date?

- Friday evening. - When?

- What?! - This Friday?!

It's going to be very small,

we wanna keep it simple,

we just want to get it done.

Corrinne's house,

Friday, sunset, you're all invited.

- Come right from work. - Something's up.

- What's going on here, Arnie? - I am getting married!

Thank you all very much!

Norman: I've got the whole issue briefed.

New studies on long term methedrine use,

I got it all documented.

All you'd have to do is argue--

Norman, why suddenly switch to me?

You've been his lawyer the whole way, you--

I didn't grow up with him. You did.

What difference does that make?

Norman: It's an angle, Victor. That's all it is.

But with Hector three days away from the gas chamber,

we gotta use whatever we got.

Norman, the fact that I grew up with the guy

has no relevance here whatsoever.

If the methedrine argument doesn't work, it might.

Norman: Our only shot may be

an emotional appeal from an old friend.

Yeah, you see, that's just the point.

I'm not his friend.

I mean, I haven't seen him for 15 years.

How many times did you eat supper

at my kitchen table, Victor?

How many times did you sleep in one of my beds?

Mrs. Rodriguez, that was a long time ago.

- So, you forget? Sifuentes: No, I don't forget.

But...

I just don't have a relationship with your son anymore.

It's been eight years since the killings.

Irene: He was on drugs then. But now...

he's more like the Hector that you used to know.

I-- I don't think I could be of help here.

And I don't understand why you're asking me to do this.

Sifuentes: Norman is-- Irene: I'm not asking.

Hector is.

If you want to say no, then say no.

But do one thing for me, Victor, please.

You tell him yourself.

When was your wife first diagnosed

with Alzheimer's disease, Mr. Sutter?

Sutter: It was June of '83.

She kept forgetting things.

She'd go to the store to get something,

and then forget what she'd gone for.

Van Owen: Did they prescribe a treatment?

Sutter: They said she wouldn't get any better.

All we could hope for is that it didn't get worse.

But it did get worse, didn't it?

Yes.

Could you tell us

what some of the symptoms

were that she experienced?

She kept forgetting things.

People's names at first. Even my name.

Sutter: And then sometimes she'd mix words up,

like, she'd go to say chair and it'd come out chain.

And sometimes she'd realize that...

and she just started to cry.

She knew what was happening.

That was the worst part in the beginning,

the fact that she knew that her brain was just going away.

Could she take care of herself?

Sutter: Not the last year, no.

She could walk around but it would be dangerous

for her to get near a stove or anything.

I had to watch her all the time.

Did you ever consider putting her in a nursing home?

Sutter: She didn't want that.

We made a promise to each other long ago that...

if one of us could take care of the other, we would.

Sutter: We always thought it would be the other way around,

that she'd have to take care of me.

Mr. Sutter,

I'd like you to tell us what happened

on the day that you took her life.

Well, uh, I went in to check on her after my breakfast.

She...

she was just sitting there...

smearing her own feces on the wall.

And I just started to cry.

And she looked at me and...

she looked at what she was doing.

Van Owen: Did she know what she was doing?

I-- I don't think so.

She had this look like...

she was so pathetic.

This woman once so intelligent,

so dignified...

And now...

on her hands was her...

[breathing heavily]

[hesitates]

I couldn't let this go on anymore.

I guess I snapped or something.

And what did you do?

I went to my bedroom closet and I got the gun.

Van Owen: And then what?

Sutter: Then... I went to her.

And I took her hand and I held it.

Then I sang to her.

It always seemed to bring her

comfort when I sang to her.

Then I kissed her on the forehead.

Told her I loved her.

[voice breaking] And then I asked her to look away.

And then?

Then I shot her.

[sobbing]

Thank you, Mr. Sutter.

I have no further questions, Your Honor.

Judge Lowrey: We'll adjourn until tomorrow.

Hi.

I need you to sign...

the original, here.

Mm-hmm.

And the copy, here.

Where? Ah.

- Uh, yeah. Gwen: Great.

Gwen: You want this at overnight or regular mail?

Ah, regular mail would be fine.

Gwen: Good.

Oh, I, um...

I hear you're getting married.

Yeah, I am.

Congratulations.

Becker: Thank you.

Thank... you.

Markowitz: Hi. How're you doing? Gwen: Hi. Good.

Markowitz: Hey, Arnie. [door closes]

Everything okay?

Corrinne is meeting my mother today.

We're going to lunch.

Your mother. Oh, boy.

Oh, boy.

Oh, boy is right.

God, I always figured that I was gonna get married

when she was out of the country or something.

Well, it'll be fine.

[sighs]

Markowitz: Is ah, Gwen a good secretary?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Cause I maybe need a somebody full time

and I thought maybe she'd be a good--

No!

No. No, I...

No, she's not-- she's not that good, Stuart.

I-- no, no.

Well, I mean, she's good but you,

y-- you don't want her for the long term thing.

She ah... her secret passion is acting

and she'd leave you the minute

a good role came along and, uh, trust, no.

Well, the thing is, I'm in a real jam.

Markowitz: Could I use her afternoons this week

like, after Roxanne gets in? Would that be a problem?

No, no. Why should it be?

Do it, it's-- it's not a problem.

It's-- no, why would it be?

Okay. Thanks.

You can sit.

They'll plead down to manslaughter,

but only if we agree to jail time.

- How much? - Two years.

[sighs]

I may not even live two years.

They really wanna put me in prison?

Well, the D.A. has no choice, Mr. Sutter.

You did commit a murder and he...

he can't just let you walk.

Look, we can still go for the acquittal but...

you have to remember that on the merits

there really is no defense here.

Everybody knows you weren't insane.

So, then our only chance is to hope that the jury

can muster up enough sympathy...

to ignore the law.

Does that happen?

Yes.

Then that's what I wanna do, Ms. Van Owen.

I don't want to die in prison. I wanna die in my own home.

Okay.

As head of the Chicago Bears public relations staff,

do you feel that you made false representations

concerning your team's potential?

No, of course not. We thought we had a legitimate shot

at the Central Division and without a few costly turnovers

in key games, we would have made it.

Kelsey: Thank you sir. I have nothing further.

Six and ten.

You stank, didn't you?

It was a disappointing season.

I have statements made by you to the press in August.

"Man for man, this is a better team

than the '85 club that won the Super Bowl."

I was a little optimistic.

Kumpel: Yes, but what's interesting is what you said

to the press after you lost to Cleveland on October 23rd.

"We always considered this a rebuilding year."

- You said that, didn't you? - Yes, I did.

Kumpel: So you claimed to have a team

that you could send to the Super Bowl when in reality,

you knew you had a team in need of rebuilding.

I'd call that a little wishful thinking, that's all.

I'd call that fraud.

I'm telling you, we've got a problem.

Johnson: You can't be serious.

They've got a shot at proving a false claim here.

What's more, if he gets a season ticket refund,

you could suddenly be faced with thirty-five thousand

more claims from all your other fans.

Are you telling me that this kook can win?

I'm telling you we can't just laugh this away.

I've gotta put on a better defense here.

I'm gonna have to call another witness.

- Who? - I don't know.

Somebody who can convince the judge

that this six and ten season wasn't foreseeable.

[sighs] What about this Ditka guy? Would he be able to do it?

- Mike Ditka? - Well, he's the coach.

Couldn't he talk about what went wrong?

Oh, yeah, he can talk.

Fly him out here. I'm gonna put him on.

You're gonna put Mike Ditka on the stand?

[inhales] Have him in court

by ten in the morning and tell him to wear a tie.

[indistinct chattering]

Hector: Hey, Victor.

Hector.

[sighs]

I always knew we'd be getting back together.

Look, Hector...

Norm Patton's a good lawyer.

He's the one that should be doing this.

He-- he's good, I know. But, um...

he doesn't know me.

He knows the law, but he doesn't know me.

Well, I'm not sure I know you either.

I mean, it's been 15 years, man.

Yeah.

And I killed two people.

And I'm the same guy you used to hang with.

The same guy I stopped hanging with.

Well, I don't blame you for that, homes.

I was a dangerous person to be around for a while.

Yeah.

I guess it was the speed that did it, huh?

No, no, i-- it was me. I did it.

The speed messed up my head, but...

I took the speed.

[Hector sighs]

The thing is I'm not

the same person I was when I was sent here.

I'm clean now. I'm straight.

I understand that what I did was wrong.

I understand that I did I deserve to

spend the rest of my life in prison.

- But-- - But nothing.

There are people in here who look up to me, man.

They listen when I talk

and I know I could straighten some of them out.

But that would do more to pay back

for what I did than dying, right?

I mean it, man.

I never lied to you, Victor.

I'm not lying now.

What is it you think I can do for you, man?

Tell those judges, man.

Tell them exactly what I used to be like...

and how you wrote me off.

Hector: Then tell them you sat with me now.

You talked to me...

and I'm different.

They kill me now they won't be killing the man they sentenced.

Victor, I'm begging you.

My only chance to stay alive is you.

Gladys: You have no idea what a pleasure this is to meet you.

And for me too.

I tell you from the second we shook hands,

I was swept up in such a sense of joy and relief.

- Really? - Mom.

Oh, my God, yes. Well...

when your son suddenly calls you up

and tells you that he's about to marry a person

that you have never even hear him mention before,

that can be quiet a shock.

Mom, I mentioned Corrinne before.

Well, I'm sure you have honey,

but let's face it.

With you there have been so many,

you couldn't possibly expect me to keep track.

Well, there is just one to keep track of now.

Gladys: Well, I want to tell you, I uh...

couldn't be happier that he's finally settling down.

I was sure a disease would get him.

Mom, I don't think Corrinne's really

familiar with your sense of humor.

Gladys: Let us talk, would you please?

[chuckles] This is my future daughter-in-law.

Ah, Corrinne? Corrinne.

Yes, um, have you thought about children?

Becker: Mom, I-- no, I think that's something

that's really between Corrinne and me.

Well, yes, of course it is. I wouldn't know, I merely asked.

But, you're what? Thirty-seven?

- Thirty-two. - Oh, God.

Oh, thirty-two.

Well, there's still time. Silly me.

- I can't take this, Mom. - Am I being such a burden?

If I am, just tell me, I'll go and leave.

Gladys: Is that what you want, Arnold? Tell me and I will go.

Is that what you want?

- No, Mom. - I didn't think so.

Gladys: Eat a piece of bread and let us girls talk.

Now, uh, Corrinne...

how did your marriage fail?

[indistinct chatter]

Heh.

You said that you took

your gun out of the closet.

Is that correct, Mr. Sutter?

Sutter: Yes. - Was it loaded?

No. I had to load it.

Gold: Approximately how long did that take, sir?

[sighs] I don't know.

Maybe 30 seconds.

Okay.

Then, you went to your wife...

you took her hand...

sang her a song.

About how long did that take?

Maybe a minute or so.

Gold: So, between the time that you quote,

"snapped," unquote...

and the time that you shot her,

you engaged in about two minutes of

quiet mannered, even thoughtful behavior, didn't you?

Why did you tell her to look the other way?

Because I didn't want her to see it for God's sake.

Again, very reflective of you, sir.

Van Owen: Objection. - Withdrawn.

Gold: I'm curious, Mr. Sutter.

You gave three different police officers

statements after the incident.

And you never used the word "snapped."

When did you first decide that you must've snapped?

- Objection! Judge Lowrey: Overruled.

Did a lawyer tell you to use that word?

- Objection! - That one's sustained.

You spoke of a promise... between you and your wife.

You said that as long as one of you

could take care of the other, he or she would.

- Is that correct? - Yes.

And you broke that promise.

Van Owen: Objection! Judge Lowrey: Overruled.

Instead of taking care of her as you promised,

you took a gun and shot her to death.

Van Owen: Objection! Judge Lowrey: Mr. Gold!

Is that what you meant by taking care of her?

We never knew she'd end up like that.

Gold: Did you discuss it?

Did either of you ever talk about a quality of life

that would call upon one of you to murder the other one?

Van Owen: Your Honor! - Her mind was gone.

It was not gone, sir, it was ill.

Ill?

She didn't even recognize me.

We lived in the same house for 53 years.

She was capable of cognitive thought, wasn't she?

She could respond if you spoke to her.

She couldn't really respond.

[sighs]

Tell me this...

just before you shot her...

when you told her to look the other way...

what did she do?

[sighs]

What did she do, sir?

[voice breaking] She looked the other way.

Gold: Thank you. I have nothing further.

And during the trial, evidence was introduced that my client

had been a heavy user of methedrine

for a period of more than ten years.

I hope you're not gonna ask us to

consider that a mitigating factor.

A recent doctoral thesis,

completed only last month,

on the long-term effects of amphetamines,

makes it a mitigating factor, Your Honor.

Judge Emmanuel: Five different psychiatrists

were called to the stand.

Now, every one of them testified about the effects

of long-term addiction to amphetamines.

Yes, but none of them knew

about the results of this research.

With all due respect, counselor,

this attempt seems a little desperate.

Your Honor, my client is scheduled to die tomorrow.

I think an evaluation of this new evidence

is warranted before you comment on its legitimacy.

Let's do this without the attitude, counsel.

I mean no disrespect to the court.

But I grew up with Hector Rodriguez.

I know him personally, which causes me

to take this case personally.

Well, don't. Your relationship with him

has no relevance here.

Sifuentes: My relationship with him

puts me in a position to recognize his capacity

for change and rehabilitation,

which is directly relevant to death penalty cases, Your Honor.

This is not an evidentiary hearing.

I knew Hector Rodriguez on drugs,

I know him off drugs.

He's off of them now, Your Honors.

You're not a character witness, Mr. Sifuentes.

That's right, Your Honor, I am a lawyer.

The three of you are judges,

and we are all here to administer justice.

Killing Hector Rodriguez doesn't accomplish that.

In your objective opinion.

I know him. None of you do.

And I respectfully request

that until you can be as sure as I am about all of this...

please don't let this man be killed.

Please.

Thank you, Your Honors.

Judge Jackson: Mr. Keene.

Your Honors, there is absolutely no indication

that this new evidence would've mad any difference.

The jury heard, ad nauseam,

that Mr. Rodriguez was a user of methedrine.

Uh, Mr. Keene, excuse me.

Mr. Sifuentes,

as compelling as your argument may have been,

this study does not constitute substantial new evidence.

And as we previously stated,

your personal relationship with Hector Rodriguez

is simply not relevant.

Your application for an emergency stay is denied.

You can try your luck with the Supreme Court,

but we're not interfering with the execution.

You haven't even seen the evidence yet, Your Honor.

Sifuentes: You don't know-- - Mr. Sifuentes, that's enough!

No, it's not enough! Look, I don't care

how damn busy your schedules are here.

One more word, counselor,

and you're in contempt.

He is off the drugs!

Eight years now he has been a model prisoner--

This court is adjourned!

[crowd murmuring]

Reporter 1: Mr. Sifuentes, will you go to the Supreme Court now?

Do you expect any intervention by the governor?

Are there any special requests from Mr. Rodriguez?

[indistinct questioning]

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

I do.

Kelsey: Please state your name for the record, sir.

- Mike Ditka. - And your occupation?

Head coach of the Chicago Bears.

Sir, Mr. Lewis claims that members of your franchise

publicly predicted a successful season

when you knew it would be a failure.

Well, that's wrong. 'Cause I-- I said it.

I really believed we were gonna have a good season.

Kelsey: Well, what went wrong? Ditka: Well, injuries mostly.

We had a lot of people hurt on defense.

We had twenty-three different starters,

only two of our regular started all sixteen games.

And that was totally unpredictable

at the beginning of the season.

So at the time you forecasted success,

you really believed you'd be a good team.

Ditko: Well, we were a good team.

We opened with four victories

against Cincinnati, Minnesota,

Philadelphia and Detroit.

And you can't beat teams of that caliber

unless you're a pretty darn good football team.

Kelsey: Thank you, sir.

I believe I have nothing further.

So...

You were full of promise at the start,

full of genuine confidence, is that right?

Yes, I was.

Kumpel: And yet, as early as the

sixth week of play, while

you still had a winning record,

you went on record as saying

that this "fine" team of yours

was probably incapable of winning another football game.

- Didn't you? - I said that.

You knew!

If you could make a statement like that

when the team was above five hundred

then you had to know in your bones

that this was one lousy football team.

Kelsey: Objection! - Overruled.

And after the Washington game, you said it again!

"We're an atrocious football team."

- I remember that. - Finish the quote.

I also said I fooled myself.

Why weren't you honest from the start?

Kelsey: Move to strike! - Hey, buddy, you ever coached?

- I can coach. Let me coach! Judge: Mr. Ditka. Mr. Lewis!

- How do you trade McMahon? - Oh come on. For God's sake!

I mean, he's the best quarterback in the league.

- He unloads him to San Diego. - It was a good trade, you nut.

He was not a good quarterback and he did nothing in San Diego!

Move to strike that!

Hey, buddy, you think you know football?

- Mr. Ditka! - Excuse me!

But I'm getting sick and tired of getting letters and complains

from armchair quarterbacks who know nothing about winning.

I move that this witness be held in contempt.

Hey, I'm talking, Mr. Kumpel!

And winning is having the conviction

you have what it takes to go all the way!

Unresponsive! Mistrial!

And if you're gonna sue us for that, if that's the kind of fan

you are, then maybe you ought to move to New England

and cheer for the Patriots!

Catering is set. The guest list is confirmed.

Have you gotten a hold of Eddie Andelman yet?

Oh, not yet.

I'll put it on the list for this afternoon.

Roxanne, I've got a very busy day.

I've got a lot of things to do, I need--

You haven't done a thing all day, Arnie.

All you've been doing is pacing around and talking to yourself.

When I ask for help, I expect you to give it!

- Don't snap at me! - Don't you snap at me!

Hey, you snap at me, I snap back!

[sighs]

I am terrified.

One person.

Forever.

Forever. One person.

Till I die.

The same person. Ever and ever.

God.

But the thought of being without her that...

that scares me even more.

Rox...

do you think that I'm gonna be any good at this?

Believe it or not, Arnie. I do.

I really think you're going to be great at it.

You happy for me?

Meaning what?

Am I still secretly in love with you

and devastated by the fact that you're getting married?

Only a little.

Not that long ago, as a D.A.,

I was prosecuting mercy killers.

And I still remember the dialogue.

"We cannot let people take the law into their own hands.

We can not let individuals ignore the law,

we'll become a state of anarchy."

The law must be upheld.

No exceptions.

Now, Henry Sutter is a law abiding citizen.

He is not insane.

But that morning

he wasn't in his right mind either.

For seven years Alzheimer's disease

had been eating away at Maura Sutter's brain.

It had gotten to the point where

she didn't even know who she was.

And she would only suffer more.

And that fact made the person...

who loved her more than anybody...

it made him crazy.

He wasn't thinking about societal policy.

He wasn't thinking about legislative intent

or criminal statutes.

He was looking at his wife.

The person he had spent his entire adult life with.

The person he cherished.

He saw her pain and he acted to end it.

He saw her dignity and he acted to preserve it.

Now, if you feel that Henry Sutter

is a criminal who should be punished,

then find him guilty.

But, if you know otherwise...

then please, find otherwise.

Thank you.

Phew!

I didn't want to prosecute this one.

He's a good man...

who tried to spare his wife pain.

And he did what he did...

because he loved her.

Just like Ms. Van Owen said.

But he committed a murder.

He knowingly,

reflectively put a gun to her temple...

and blew her head off.

Now, they've offered up a defense of diminished actuality

but all of the psychiatric evidence,

as well as his own testimony, make clear

that his mental faculties were in complete working order.

However much you may feel for him,

we have a job to do here.

A person cannot act unilaterally to end another person's life

and that's what Mr. Sutter did.

She didn't ask to die.

She didn't ask to be killed, there's no evidence whatsoever

that she wanted to stop living. He made that decision.

All by himself, he decided

that another person was unworthy of life.

So he killed her.

Now, we have two choices.

Either we permit that or we don't.

And our society has chosen not to permit that.

Our laws say that people cannot go around

deciding who shall live...

and who shall die.

And that means that this man committed a crime.

And no matter how much compassion

we all may feel for him...

you cannot ignore that simple fact.

[door creaks open]

Supreme Court denied the writ.

Norman says he's gonna try to get a meeting with the Governor.

[sighs]

It doesn't look good now.

Hector?

Yeah, Bob.

Listen, if there's um, anything special

you wanna eat tonight, just name it.

We'll go out to a restaurant and bring it in.

Just ah...

Just bring me some tea.

Okay.

[door shuts]

You know, if they're gonna kill me, why don't they just do it?

Shoot me... in the head.

Stick me with a knife. I'd be just as dead.

[inhales]

You don't even see the gas, you know.

[inhales] They drop the cyanide pellets...

into some acid.

It's right under your chair, you don't even see it.

People pay me a whole lot of money to go in there

and get 'em off the hook, you know.

I wish I would have been there for you sooner.

I'm sorry.

You didn't owe me anything, man.

Yeah, I did.

I always figured we'd catch up, you know.

The years would go by but... we'd catch up.

I never thought we'd run out of time.

I know.

I know, man. I know.

Is...

Is there-- is there anything that I can do?

Hmm?

You could be there.

Just in case the governor doesn't call.

[inhales sharply]

You could be... where I could see you.

If you think you could handle it.

I'll be there, alright. I'll be wherever you want me to be.

[exhales]

[upbeat music]

Alright, let's have the lawyers and the parties approach.

You too, Mr. Ditka.

Now, as much as I've thoroughly enjoyed this trial,

given the backlog on my docket,

I don't think we should take up anymore time with it.

I think we have a bona fide cause of action, Judge.

Mr. Kumpel, I don't think there was anything

willful or negligent in the defendant's conduct.

Although, I believe it was a mistake to trade McMahon...

- [whispers] Object to that. - Shhh.

Mr. Lewis, would you be willing to drop your claims in exchange

for an opportunity to fully air your grievances with Mr. Ditka?

- Yeah! - What?

He has to listen, right?

Judge Vance: He has to listen.

And you get him for three hours.

- You gotta be kidding? Judge: No, I am not kidding.

The only alternative to settling,

is to play this thing to a verdict.

And you might not like what I have to say, sir,

given the fact that I'm from New England originally,

and I'm a very big Patriots fan.

We accept the settlement, Your Honor.

- We're adjourned. - Hey, Mike?

- Can I call you Mike? - No!

Let's start with special teams.

Will the defendant please rise?

Judge Lowrey: Ms. Foreman, have you reached your verdict?

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

In the matter of people versus Henry Sutter,

on the charge of second-degree murder,

we find the defendant... guilty.

Judge Lowrey: Members of the jury, you're dismissed.

Bailiff, take the defendant into custody.

Your Honor.

It's murder two, Ms. Van Owen.

Bailiff.

[crowd murmuring]

I am so sorry.

I'll be okay, Ms. Van Owen.

I'll be okay.

[breathing heavily]

Will you escort Mr. Rodriguez out of the holding cell, please?

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[door opens]

[door creaks open]

[breathing heavily] Yeah. Okay.

I can't. I can't do this.

[whispering] Oh, God!

[belts clicking]

[Hector breathing heavily]

Victor!

Where are you, man?!

[door creaking shut]

[wheel whirring]

Our father who art in heaven

hallow be thy name.

[gas gushing]

Wait a minute!

[creaks]

[liquid burbling]

Wait, now! I'm not ready!

Proceed with the execution.

Hector: Wait, I'm not ready!

[inhales]

[gas and liquid gushing]

[grunts]

[Hector choking]

[engine rumbling]

[knocks on door]

Hey, Michael.

How about a lift to the wedding, huh?

[sighs]

What's the matter?

Kuzak: Nothing.

Grace, I just spoke with my father.

[scoffs] I have asked him hundreds of times

if he wanted to come out here to live and he always said no.

So suddenly now he-- he calls me and he tells me

he's changed his mind.

What?

He said that he-- he's tired of the cold

and that he thinks that moving to Los Angeles

would be a great idea.

You mean you're not leaving? [laughs]

Yeah, I suppose I-- I have to leave the firm.

You and I shouldn't be working here under the same roof.

Oh no, no, no. Michael. Michael.

For God's sakes. This is your firm.

Yeah, but Grace, I mean, you threw away a judgeship

to be here specifically.

It would be stupid for you to leave.

It would be more stupid for you to leave,

if you're staying in L.A.

Look, a week ago we slept together.

Now under the circumstances Grace,

it wouldn't be fair to you for me to stay.

I mean, you-- you couldn't work--

Oh no, no, no. I could. Don't worry about me.

But I don't think you could.

Well, I-- I could.

Oh, it would be...

little weird...

but it wouldn't be a problem.

I don't think.

N-- n-- not for me.

I don't think.

So, uh... So, uh, so...

Socially we would still be apart.

We would just be working together here.

- Would that be it? - Yeah.

That would be it.

[playing Bridal Chorus]

Can you believe this? She got him.

- He's nailed. - Shhh!

You heard it here first.

- Pregnant. - Shhh!

Abby: Why are they coming in together?

They're not supposed to enter together.

Brackman: She won't let go of his hand, that's why.

- She's afraid he'll scoot. - Quiet, Douglas.

Look at his face. He wants to scoot.

- Shh! - Shh!

London: The contract of marriage

is most solemn

and is not to be taken lightly,

but thoughtfully and seriously

with a deep sense of it's obligations

and responsibilities.

You must be so thrilled.

I can hardly speak.

London: lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

London: Do you promise to love her,

honor and cherish her,

forsaking all others for so long as you both shall live?

Forsaking all others. Absolutely.

London: Do you Corrinne, take this man Arnold,

to be your lawfully wedded husband?

I do.

London: Do you promise to love,

honor, and cherish him,

forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?

- I do. - [whispers] Unbelievable.

London: Repeat after me. - Shh!

Shh!

London: I Arnold.

- I Arnold. London: Take thee Corrinne.

Take thee Corrinne.

London: To be my lawfully wedded wife.

To be my lawfully wedded wife.

London: I Corrinne. Corrinne: I Corrinne.

London: Take thee Arnold. - Take thee Arnold.

London: To be my lawfully wedded husband.

To be my lawfully wedded husband.

London: Well, that does it.

I here fore declare you to be

husband and wife.

Nailed. [people laughs]

London: Whom God hath joined together,

let no man put asunder.

You may kiss your wife.

[camera shutter closes]

London: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you

Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Becker.

[all applauding]

[Corrinne giggles]

[crickets chirping]

[indistinct chattering]

Hi, Victor.

Hi, Marie.

Does it all look the same way you remember it?

Yeah. Pretty much.

I'm glad you came.

Victor, come.

I want to show you something.

- Look at this. - [chuckles] Oh God.

Do you have any pictures of him?

No. No.

Take this one.

You're all together. You're all happy. Keep it.

Thank you.

I never made excuses for what he did.

I also never loved him any less for it.

You were his mother.

That's right.

I was his mother.

Gracias, Victor.

[somber music]

[theme music]