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Sheila: Do you think Alex is really looking forward

to coming home at the end of treatment?

You heard him. He's counting the days.

Fortunately, he has us to help him.

You are something, Douglas.

- What? - You should have seen yourself.

Sitting there in group holding hands with strangers,

caring, sharing...

I mean, that stuff is not exactly up your alley,

and yet, you were doing it.

Well, it's never too late

for me to start being a father to my son.

It meant a lot to Alex having you there.

Speaking of caring and sharing,

do you have any idea how great you look today?

Thanks for the lift.

Sheila, have you noticed

that after we visit Alex,

we always end up in bed?

- Really? - Really.

Shall we keep our record spotless?

[sighs] It's not a good time.

You know,

it gets me crazy when you make me beg.

This is not foreplay, Douglas. It really isn't a good time.

I'm expecting someone.

[sighs] Well, then let's go in the house

and just not answer the doorbell.

He has a key.

Whoa.

This someone sounds serious.

Serious enough so that when I'm with you

I feel like I'm cheating on him.

I don't mean to make this your problem, Douglas

but we promised each other in group

that we'd be open and honest from now on.

[sighs] And Here he comes.

The pool man?

He said I needed a new pump.

The next thing I knew, he was servicing me twice a week.

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[instrumental music]

Jonathan: I wanna thank you for meeting me here.

I know how much you hate early mornings.

It's okay. I haven't been sleeping much anyway.

Yeah, me neither. Flying dreams.

Only I keep getting tangled up in the power lines.

Probably the new job.

Performance anxiety.

Well, I didn't make things any easier,

jamming you the other day about commitment.

No. No. Listen, you didn't do anything wrong.

You told me clearly what you needed.

So...

we've reached a point

where we should be getting engaged or something.

But I'm not there yet.

[chuckles] Wait a minute.

I want us to be together emotionally,

but I never said anything about getting married.

That's where we're headed.

I won't string you along, Zoe...

You're breaking up with me, aren't you?

What I'm saying...

is that I don't want to be the one to make you unhappy.

Why can't you just admit that you don't want

a white woman on your arm because you're afraid

it'll hurt your political career?

Oh, girl, are we gonna dance this oldie again?

Look me in the eye and tell me it's not true.

[chuckles]

I think maybe we shouldn't see each other

for a while.

Okay. I better go.

- Zoe. Zoe. - Please, don't.

Times up.

There are a lot of "Q" words.

I always have a lot of trouble getting my pinky up to the "Q."

Oh.

I'm sure you did fine.

Uh, Mr. Becker will be making a decision

about a new secretary by the end of the week.

Great!

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

[sighs] Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Oh.

Here's the schedule of assets on Bromberg versus Bromberg.

The status conference for the Niederman divorce

is set for Thursday and your lunch is canceled.

Roxanne, it's great having you back at the helm again.

Are you sure I can't entice you back

on a more permanent basis?

We're ex-lovers.

I couldn't come in every day and be this close to you.

Page Deitrich called.

She wants to know if you can squeeze her in this afternoon.

Page Dietrich?

Whoa, now there's a chapter.

She went through a nasty divorce.

I was her attorney, a shoulder to cry on...

It was the first time I ever broke the unwritten rule.

But God, Rox, if you could have seen

how beautiful this woman was...

I guess that means squeeze her in.

Is she getting another divorce?

No. She said it was a personal matter.

Let's duck her then, I don't like revisiting

the past which is why I don't collect antiques.

In other words, I guess there'll come a day

when you won't take my calls either,

because I'm some ancient artifact in your life.

Okay, okay. Work her in.

Geez, if you're gonna take everything so personally,

maybe I don't want you back.

How are the interviews coming?

Lulu, who just left,

doesn't take dictation,

isn't computer literate,

types 25 words a minute,

and leaves out the letter "Q."

But seeing the way you drooled over the rest of her resume--

You don't really think I've evolved at all, do you?

You know, even I understand that using women

to decorate the workplace

objectifies them in the most demeaning way.

- I'll keep interviewing. - Good.

But why don't you let me have Lulu's number.

The least I can do is give her a call

and let her down easy.

If you're gonna take a pro Bono federal case,

at least take one you have a shot at winning.

I think I will win.

You are suing on behalf of an ex-con

who claims his constitutional rights were violated

because he got AIDS in prison.

Now, even if you could prove deliberate

in difference on the part of the state,

which is doubtful, the jury's sympathy

is never gonna be with your boy.

Not to the tune of two million in damages.

Stuart: Wait a minute, he can argue

that his client was a rape victim.

That ought to evoke plenty of sympathy.

Any chance that the state will settle?

No, they wanna go all the way with this one.

And why wouldn't they? They know they're gonna win.

I must admit, I don't see

how the Department of Corrections

can be held responsible for prisoners

who contract AIDS.

Who else are you gonna hold accountable?

Between the I.V. drug use

and the high rate of homosexual activity,

the majority of in mates are probably at risk.

- Now those are flowers. Man 1: Whoa!

Tommy: Oh! Good God!

Did a float escape the Rose Parade?

Roxanne: They're for Grace. - Who from?

Somebody rich and ostentatious.

[Laughs] Oh...

[sighs] It's blank.

Somebody rich and ostentatious who can't write.

Who'd be stupid enough to spend

all that money and not take credit?

I guess we can assume it wasn't you.

Yeah. [Leland sneezes]

Here come my allergies.

Are we about finished, Douglas?

Adjourned. Gesundheit.

[Leland sneezes]

Alex: Mr. Meacham, will you tell the court

why you were sentenced to Bolsa Verde State Penitentiary

in May of 1987.

I was convicted of armed robbery.

Where were you housed in Bolsa?

Cell Block C. In a two-man cell.

Alex: Was there another man in that cell?

John Smithy.

Alex: Mr. Meacham, can you describe for us

what happened after you were placed in the cell

with Mr. Smithy?

[Ray clears throat]

After the first night, um,

I was raped.

And pretty much every night for six months.

Alex: Did you tell anyone what was being done to you?

I yelled for help once.

A guard came but he didn't do nothing.

And why did these attacks eventually stop?

Smithy got sick.

They put him in the hospital.

What was the nature of his illness?

They found out that he had AIDS. And he died.

Alex: Subsequently you learned that you too had AIDS.

- Isn't that correct? - Yeah.

Alex: Your Honor, I'd like to submit

stipulated medical records

from County USC Hospital,

where the plaintiff

was treated for wounds suffered in his arrest

which show he was HIV negative before his incarceration.

Mr. Meacham,

after learning you had AIDS,

did the prison doctors

put you on any medication such as AZT?

- No. - After you were paroled,

were you provided with any treatment?

[clears throat]

My parole officer told me

about a county program for people with AIDS.

[sniffs] But there was a waiting list.

So what did you do?

Well, uh, [clears throat] after a while,

I got pretty desperate.

You know, I wasn't living too good.

[sighs] I, uh,

I wasn't eating,

I was sleeping on the street.

I figured my only chance was to go back to the joint.

So, next time I went to see my P.O.,

I hit him.

I figured that would get me thrown back in for sure.

What did your parole officer do?

Well, he said he was gonna file charges

with the district attorney,

but a few of days later, he dropped 'em.

Alex: Did he tell you why?

Yeah, he said I was a headache

that the system didn't need.

And what did you take this to mean?

That the Department of Corrections

didn't want me back inside,

because they'd didn't want to take care of me.

Thank you. I have nothing further.

The truth is, Mr. Meacham ,

you don't actually know you got AIDS from John Smithy, do you?

- I know. - How?

You have no way of proving

that you didn't contract this disease

from shooting dope, do you?

Objection. Assuming facts not in evidence.

- Sustained. Keck: Now, Mr. , Meacham,

you say you called an officer for help,

but he did not intervene.

When he came to your cell,

did you tell him what was being done to you?

I couldn't.

Smithy had a knife.

But it's not like the screw didn't know what was going on.

And you never reported it again after that?

Smithy said he would have killed me if I did.

So you only complained once

about these heinous acts

that you supposedly had to endure.

Isn't it a fact, Mr. Meacham,

that you're making these allegations

as a way of concealing the embarrassing truth

With no other sexual outlet, you, like many men in prison,

consented to a physical relationship

with another inmate?

No.

You voluntarily engaged in high risk sexual activity,

you got AIDS, and now you want

to make that someone else's problem.

- No! Alex: Objection! Argumentative.

Mr. Keck...

Keck: I'll withdraw

the question, your Honor.

I have nothing more at this time.

Roxanne: Uh... Page Deitrich here to see you.

You want to show her in?

Page.

Thanks for seeing me on such short notice, Arnie.

Hey, anything for an old friend.

Please, have a seat.

It's, it's been a longtime, huh?

- 1984. - Right.

I took you to see Carl Lewis

win all those gold medals at the summer Olympics.

[coughs]

[coughs] Thank you.

What's wrong?

I have AIDS.

I need to draw up a living will.

My God...

I know what you're thinking, Arnie.

You can relax.

I'm pretty sure who I caught the virus from.

And it was long after you and I had our summer games.

[coughs] Oh!

I've had shingles.

I've had a blood disease nobody's ever heard of.

I have tumors.

I've had pneumonia three times.

Last time on a respirator.

Fifteen days with a tube shoved down my throat.

And for what?

I mean, it's not like I'm ever gonna get well.

I don't want anymore heroic measures.

I want it to be over now.

Can you take care of it for me?

Page, you know a living will

really isn't really in my area of expertise.

Well, from what I understand, its not all that complicated.

Yeah, but still, you oughta have the best.

And, and I'm kind of underwater right now...

Ah, I see. You're frightened because I have AIDS.

- No. - Forget it, Arnie.

No, wait, wait.

Page, if you want me to take a run at this, I...

I'll see what I can do.

Really.

Well, I've jotted down some instructions.

If you could make it legal you know,

render it dense, impenetrable.

Nobody does dense better than I do.

I'll have a draft together in a day or two.

I think I can last that long.

Listen, uh, Page, if money's a problem...

Thanks to the divorce agreement you got me,

it's not necessary.

But you're sweet to offer.

[sighs]

Yeah, hi. This is Arnold Becker again.

I called yesterday about making an appointment

for an HIV test.

Arnie, you were supposed to be

at Malamud and Pottinger five minutes ago.

- Cancel. Yeah, I can hold. - I can't cancel.

The client flew in from New York for this conference.

Roxanne, this is an emergency. Just handle it.

Okay.

What's wrong, Arnie?

This woman sails in here yesterday,

tells me she's got AIDS.

And I'm not supposed to worry about it

because she thinks she got it after we slept together.

That's what's wrong.

Arnie, you told me when we were first getting together

that you had had an AIDS test.

- And that it was negative. - Did I?

Do you think that I would have slept with you otherwise?

Don't you hate it when they stick you on hold

and they forget about you?

Did you or did you not

have an AIDS test?

I think what happened was I had an appointment

but I couldn't make it for some reason.

- So basically you lied to me. - I didn't lie.

I just didn't get around to actually having

the test because I didn't think

there was any reason to be concerned.

And there's probably no reason to worry about this either.

Look, why don't I make an appointment for both of us.

Put our minds at ease?

Yeah, hi.

Yeah, look can you test another person, too?

Keck: Warden Keough, what are the circumstances

under which you would segregate

a prisoner from the general population?

Medical or behavioral problems

that pose a risk to other inmates.

Did the plaintiff's cell mate, John Smithy,

fall into either of those categories?

Based on his prison record and his inmate profile,

I would have to say no.

Keck: Now, sir, when Mr. Meacham

was diagnosed with AIDS,

would it be your opinion

that he received adequate treatment

from the prison medical staff?

Absolutely.

When he had meningitis, we even brought in a specialist

to evaluate him. After that he was paroled,

and we were no longer responsible for him.

Thank you. No further questions.

Warden, you want us to believe John Smithy

didn't pose any kind of medical risk.

But you were aware that this man had been arrested

twice for possession of heroin, weren't you, sir?

Yes.

And didn't a history of intravenous drug use

put Mr. Smithy in a high-risk category for AIDS?

He was never convicted of either charge.

So you didn't even bother to perform a simple HIV test.

We were precluded by law from mandatory random testing.

So you ignored the medical threat.

- Objection. Judge Hansen: Sustained.

It's your testimony, Warden,

that John Smithy wasn't a behavioral problem, right?

Yes.

His prison file contains several reports

of sexual assault against younger inmates.

Those were accusations. We could never substantiate them.

So you chose to ignore that threat, too.

Warden: Prisons are overcrowded.

Ideal with 1700 men,

many of whom make John Smithy look like Captain Kangaroo.

That might be a plea for prison reform, Warden,

but the fact is, your deliberate indifference

is why Mr. Meacham is going to die from AIDS.

- Objection. Alex: Withdrawn.

I have nothing further.

Thanks for stopping by.

The judge in Alexander's case

is asking us to file a declaration with the court

certifying that Alex is in a substance-abuse program.

I need your signature here.

I'm sorry about Rex coming by yesterday.

- It was bad timing. - Not a problem.

I don't want you to think that I'm falling back

into my old pattern of waving lovers

in your face just to torture you.

I don't think that.

Because that's not what you were doing.

In any case, Rex and I have decided

not to see each other anymore.

Just when you were getting your algae problem

under control.

Every time Rex and I made love,

I found myself fantasizing about you.

Really?

And when you make love with someone

like that under false pretenses,

well, it didn't seem fair to Rex,

or to me...

or to you.

[sighs] I'm flattered.

What are you doing tomorrow night?

Oh! I have plans.

Are they plans that can be broken?

Well, I've been seeing someone, too.

And we had a date for tomorrow night.

Too bad, though.

We could've had some fun.

Oh, of course,

I could always see Sandra another time.

Where should we get together? Your place?

My building's being tented for termites.

- What about the house? - Not with Geoffrey there.

Why don't I make some arrangements.

You do that.

Grace: I am writing in response to your letter

dated April 16.

Re: People versus Wohlberg Securities, period.

Mr. Wohlberg will be available for deposition comma...

Hello, Grace.

Thanks for the flowers.

Hmm.

How did you know they were from me?

A fortuneteller told me.

What's the occasion?

The last Tuesday of May.

What's that?

It's the first time we made love, Grace.

I was hoping that maybe we could

have dinner tomorrow to mark the anniversary.

- No. - Why not?

Because you're playing with my head.

I'm not...

playing with your head.

- I need to talk. - Then talk.

But don't expect me to relive

a romance that we don't have anymore.

[sighs]

Well, the things I have to say

can't be said here.

Grace, please have dinner with me.

- Alright. - 7:30 at Metro.

I could come over and pick you up.

I'll take my own car.

Okay.

Well, see you there.

Mr. Cruz, after the plaintiff hit you,

why did you decide not to press charges?

I made a judgment call.

I felt that by lashing out at me,

Ray was just testing out the strength

of my commitment to him.

So I decided not to turn my back.

Keck: When Mr. Meacham was wait-listed

at the AIDS treatment center you referred him to,

why didn't you take steps to see to it

he went to another agency?

Ray never told me that there was a problem.

Keck: Mr. Cruz, do you know of any reason

why the plaintiff would make-up these allegations

of deliberate indifference?

Or why he would be asking for damages

in excess of two million dollars?

- Alex: Objection. Keck: Your Honor...

The witness is Mr. Meacham's parole officer.

Someone intimate with his patterns of behavior.

Judge Hansen: Overruled. The witness may answered.

Ray could've finished school while he was doing

his time. And he didn't.

He could've learned a skill. He didn't do that, either.

I just think it's easier for him to be mad

at the system than to have to go out there

and try to make something of himself

and risk failing.

Frankly, I think he's lazy.

No further questions.

Isn't it possible, Mr. Cruz, that my client's not lazy.

But rather, sick from a debilitating

and fatal disease?

I suppose.

Now, you say that after Mr. Meacham

smacked you on the face, like the Good Book tells us,

you decided to turn the other cheek, is that right?

That's exactly what I said.

I realized that Ray needed my help.

Oh, come on, Mr. Cruz.

Didn't you drop the charges

because you were under orders to do so?

Because your supervisors in the Department of Correction

didn't want to put an AIDS patient

back into prison due to the high cost of his treatment?

Objection, compound and assuming facts.

- Not in evidence. - Sustained.

Mr. Cruz, you said you didn't know

that Mr. Meacham was wait-listed at the County center.

Why didn't you ask?

- I would have eventually. - Eventually!

Early treatment is this man's only hope.

I've got to worry about 209 parolees.

Oh, admit it, you let Ray Meacham

fall through the cracks.

And he'd be better off back in prison?

He doesn't want to go back to prison, Mr. Cruz.

He just wants the care he deserves!

No further questions.

I know lawyers don't make house calls,

but the trip to your office yesterday

really took it out of me. Thanks for coming.

No big deal.

Uh, would you mind if we sat in the other room?

No problem.

It's easier for me to breathe near the vaporizer.

Pull up a chair.

Can I have Gina get you something?

Uh, no, thanks. I've done lunch.

Oh, let me get this out of your way.

Now,

based on our conversation yesterday, I put together

what's called a durable Power of Attorney

for health care.

It allows you to designate someone

to issue instructions to the doctor

if you are no longer able to make informed consent.

So they can pull the plug when the time comes?

Basically.

[coughs]

[sniffs]

[groans]

Oh, what about withholding food if I'm not able to feed myself?

We can request that nourishment be withheld

if that's what you want.

But we would have to spell it out in there.

Then do it.

Okay.

- Oh! - Whew.

Almost.

It's a favorite of mine.

I'm thinking about having my ashes put in it.

Well, uh, okay.

I will, um...

I will start to work on these changes.

And if everything else is okay,

I can have this ready for your signature tomorrow.

Listen, we didn't get a chance to chat yesterday...

What's-- What's going on with you?

- Eh. - You happy?

- Yeah, everything's okay. - You in love?

No. Nobody special right now.

Look, I would love to visit,

but I'm running a little late, so...

Thanks for everything.

Hey, no problem. Look, don't get up.

Uh, I can show myself out.

[instrumental music]

Hey, how you doing?

Whenever my life is in the toilet,

you show up to brighten my day.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just call me Mr. Sunshine.

Mr. Sunshine, look, let's not do this.

Not that I'm not grateful, but for once,

let's do something different.

Like what?

Anything but talk about my screwed up life.

Okay.

Want to talk about my screwed up life?

- Yeah. - I'm thinking about

quitting McKenzie Brackman.

- Why? - Why not?

The fact is, this corporate kiss-ass law bit

is starting to wear thin.

I'm not a team-player I speak my mind.

- That ruffles feathers. - Good. Who's?

This time? DePalma's.

He's all pumped about some constitutional case

he can't win.

But he doesn't wanna hear that.

Well, he should listen. You're usually right.

How many juries are gonna listen

to an ex-con with AIDS

who's nuts enough to punch his parole officer

to get back into the pen?

I know that one.

It landed on my desk.

The P.O. was ordered to drop those charges

because the Department of Corrections

didn't want the guy dying on their nickel.

- Are you sure? - That's what he told me.

Would you be willing to testify to that?

- Tommy... - Well.

You could help DePalma in a big way.

I thought you weren't a team player.

And no, no, don't get me involved.

I have enough on my mind already.

It's okay.

[exhales] I'm not dead yet.

I'm just too weak to get out of bed.

Let me get you to sign these

and I'll be out of your hair.

You can go back to sleep.

Sorry I was a little late. Traffic was murder.

Oh, Arnie,

is it so hard for you to be in the same room with me?

- Hmm? - My neighbor called.

Said there was a guy in a Porsche

parked in front of the house for the last hour.

I told him not to call the cops because I knew it was you.

I was on the phone.

I had to return phone calls.

I can remember a time when you'd do anything

to get into this bedroom.

Come on, Page.

I also remember what you told me

when we broke up.

You said "The first love after a divorce

isn't meant to last, but to heal."

But that you'd always be there for me.

Guess I made the mistake of believing

that wasn't just an exit line from a slick lawyer.

I am here for you.

Well, don't be.

It just makes me feel more alone,

more afraid.

Show me where to sign so you can get out of here.

[knock on door]

What's up?

I just heard you're going to be subpoenaed

to testify in Federal Court.

Oh, man. I asked Mullaney not to get me involved.

Well, according to the assistant Attorney General

handling the defense, what you have to say

would impeach the testimony of the parole officer.

And that might give credence

to the plaintiff's overall claim.

Are we just chatting, or are you going somewhere with this?

I just wanted to say that from where I sit,

there's no reason for you to extend yourself

to help the plaintiff.

- You want me to lie? - No.

I'm just suggesting you don't embellish your testimony

in such a way that the defense suffers.

I'm gonna tell the truth.

You take the stand and tell your truth,

it's gonna to sound like this guy was smart

to hit his parole officer.

Send out a message like that

and we'll be inviting every indigent in California

to commit a crime so they can go to the joint

and get free health care and housing.

That's a lot of crap, Ruby, and you know it.

I know what's going on in your private life, Zoey.

Do you want to jeopardize your work life, too?

That sounds like a threat.

I've always respected you for being tough and fair.

But you also have to be smart.

This is the Attorney General's office calling.

People with a lot of influence, who can help your career.

You're in line for Assistant Head Deputy D.A.

This is not the time for you to get a reputation

as someone who doesn't know how to play.

[soft music]

[door opens]

Douglas?

Hello.

What a wicked idea to meet in a hotel.

Flowers were on my mind, too.

Remember our trip to Maui?

We never left the hotel.

All I wore for three days was a plumeria lei.

Holy Haleakala.

Mind if I take this off?

I'm hot.

You always were my biggest fan.

Nice catch.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hi. - Hi.

Would you like something to drink?

Yeah. A glass of water. Plenty of ice.

Thanks.

You look very pretty.

Thank you.

What do you wanna talk about?

Look, I understand. You have every right to be leery.

A few months ago I needed to go my own way, right?

And you let me.

And how do I pay back that understanding?

I disappear.

No phone calls, no letters. And then here I am, right?

All that I can say, Grace, is that I was...

really confused.

I was scared.

It was a tough time for me.

And I just kinda dropped out.

But I started seeing a therapist.

You? In therapy?

- Mm-hmm. - Huh.

Mr. Paddle-your-own-canoe?

Mr. Shrinks-are-a-rip-off?

- Yeah, well-- Waiter: Good evening.

Tonight's special, we have a grill John Dory

served in a coulis of--

Could you just give us a couple of minutes? Okay?

- No problem. - Thanks.

Somehow I don't see you, um...

lying on a couch dissecting your dreams.

It opened up a whole new world for me.

And I'm dealing with emotions that I never knew I had.

And I'm finally letting myself go after

the things in life that make me happy.

We've been talking about you a whole lot, Grace.

And I see how much you mean to me.

And how much I want us to be together.

[sighs] So...

I've been offered this jobs

in New York City which I'm going to take,

because it's a great opportunity.

[sighs]

And I really would like you to come with me.

Yeah, I know this is a whole lot

to throw at you all at once.

But, I mean, you take your time.

- I don't need an answer-- - You really are something.

You know that? You, uh...

you go into therapy and you work out your feelings,

and then you expect me to follow you

across the country like a trained dog.

- Come on, Grace. - No, no, you come on.

How do I know six months down the road

you won't decide that you need your space

and leave me hanging again?

Because I'm telling you I won't.

The point is, Grace,

we both love each other. You love me.

I know it. You know it, too.

Yeah. I love you, Victor.

But if it takes me 50 years

to get over you, I'll get over you.

I don't think it'll be as easy as all that.

You are the most self absorbed,

preening macho-man I've ever met.

And you can go fornicate yourself

and the caballo you rode in on.

Your Honor, new evidence has come to light

which we believe materially advances the plaintiffs case.

We'd like to call another witness.

Go ahead, Mr. DePalma.

We call to the stand Zoey Clemmons.

Ms. Clemmons you were the Deputy District Attorney

assigned to handle the assault charges

brought by Parole Officer, Richard Cruz,

against Ray Meacham, isn't that right?

Yes.

When Mr. Cruz subsequently told you

he wanted to drop the charges,

did you ask why?

Yes, I did.

And how did Mr. Cruz answer?

He said that he'd decided to give Mr. Meacham

another chance.

Is that all he said?

To the best of my recollection.

Are you sure he didn't say anything about

pressure brought to bear upon him

by others who might have wanted to keep

Mr. Meacham out of prison?

Yes.

Do you know Tommy Mullaney, Ms. Clemmons?

Yes.

Didn't you describe to him

events entirely different from those

you just testified to?

I don't recall that I did.

May I remind you what the penalty for perjury is?

Objection. Ms. Clemmons is a Deputy District Attorney.

She knows perfectly well

what the penalty for perjury is.

Alex: Your Honor, earlier this woman--

The objection's sustained, Mr. DePalma.

I have nothing further.

I have nothing to ask this witness, your Honor.

You're dismissed, Ms. Clemmons.

Yeah, hi. I'm calling for the results of my HIV test.

Becker, Arnold.

[exhales]

Oh, thank you, thank you.

Uh, look, can I put you on a hold a sec?

I'm gonna put Roxanne Melman on for her results.

Roxanne, it's Dr. Fiscus' office on line one.

[sighs]

[sighs] Thank you, doctor.

Bye.

Everything okay?

- Clean as a whistle. - Great.

Ditto for me.

Look, Rox, um,

I behaved badly, I was thoughtless, and selfish,

and there is no excuse for what I did.

By not being completely honest with you about my blood test,

I put you through a lot of needless worry.

I'm sorry.

I hope you can accept my apology.

I don't know if I can do that, Arnie.

The fact is you value

your own pleasure more than anything

or anyone.

That's how little other people really matter to you.

Maybe someday I'll be able to forgive you.

Right now, I can't.

In the matter of Meacham versus the state of California,

on the claim of deprivation of Constitutional rights,

we find that the defendant is not liable.

Judge Hansen: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

thank you for your time. We're adjourned.

You haircuts, huh,

found a way to save the State a few bucks, huh?

- Easy. - Bailiff.

What the hell am I supposed to do, huh?

Go find a palm tree to die under?

Ray, Ray. Take it easy.

- I'm alright. I'm... - Easy. I got him.

I got him.

- You did the right thing. - No, I didn't.

I did the absolute wrong thing.

- And I'm gonna recant. - What?

I lied.

Because my life is a mess right now,

I let you convince me to lie.

Tell the court you perjured yourself

and you could be disbarred.

You know, since I took this job,

I've been asked to compromise a little on the law here,

shade a little there, until pretty soon

the line between right and wrong

doesn't mean anything.

If it's gonna cost me my ethics and my dignity,

maybe I don't want this career.

I'm going to the judge.

- Ray, no... - He's got a gun!

[people screaming indistinctly]

[gunshots fired]

[people screaming]

Aah!

Now are you gonna put me back in prison?

Get down!

- Don't move! - God! No.

Bailiff: I said, don't move.

[panting]

[ambulance siren blaring]

Is there anything we should do?

Like what?

Give blood, I don't know.

Jonathan just phoned in.

She's at County. They're operating on her now.

Well, County's good. They've got the best trauma unit

- in the city. - I just heard.

Poor Zoey.

I just keep thinking. I just--

I saw her for lunch the other day.

None of it makes any sense.

No, it doesn't.

One minute you're thinking about breakfast,

all of a sudden, you're fighting for your next breath.

Carpe Diem...

which is why I've decided to get married.

- To who? - The former Mrs. Brackman.

Sheila?

We've recently

rekindled our passion,

and discovered there was still a lot there.

Well, don't everybody congratulate me at once.

Is it possible that Douglas is having a nervous breakdown?

Oh, yeah.

[sighs]

[knock on door]

Douglas,

I'm sorry if no one seemed

jubilant about your very good news.

Given today's tragic events, it's understandable.

Yeah. Congratulations.

Thanks.

I wish you and Sheila the best.

I couldn't reconnect with someone

after so much pain.

No matter how much I loved them.

Life is short, Grace.

If you love someone, that's all that matters.

The rest of it-- the doubts, the jealousies,

the anger and backbiting--

you gotta let go of that.

Once Sheila and I realized

we were both still in love,

we shut-up and forgave each other.

[knock on door]

Yeah, yeah.

What are you doing here?

I had to see you. I'd like to come in.

[chuckles]

What, was there some remark

you forgot from last night?

Some names you forgot to call me maybe?

No. That's not why I came.

Okay. Well, make it quick, because I'm watching the news.

Okay.

[chuckles] Whoa. Whoa.

Am I skipping a beat here or something?

Don't say anything.

Oh. [moans]

Grace... [moans]

Grace...

- Grace... - Shh, shh.

We'll talk about everything when we get to New York.

[romantic music]

[Page moaning]

Arnie?

Hey.

How are you doing?

What are you doing here?

Well, came by to keep you company.

Uh-oh.

Now, I've got you feeling sorry for me.

Not possible.

I'm way too self-absorbed.

I'm warning you.

I'm not much of a conversationalist these days.

[coughs]

And sex is out.

[chuckles]

That's okay. I, um...

I've brought a book

I thought you might like me to read to you.

What's in it for you?

I'll get to listen to the sound of my own voice.

[Page chuckles]

[coughs] Fair enough.

What are we gonna read?

"Tales of a Thousand and One Nights."

I'm not sure I have that much time.

Well...

let's see how far we can get.

"Chapter One,

"The Merchant and the Genie.

"There was a certain merchant who had great wealth,

"and traded extensively with surrounding countries.

"One day he mounted his horse and journeyed into a

neighboring country to..."

[theme music]