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Well, it's unanimous then.

Victor Sifuentes becomes partner, effective, 1 April.

- Next up, Abigail Perkins. - Not a chance.

- Why not? Mckenzie: Hold on now.

We promised Abby when she came back

that she'd be considered for partnership.

And she deserves it.

Abby has turned into a damn good lawyer.

Maybe so, but not everybody can be a partner.

Victor makes eight. Jonathan comes up in two years.

Plus there's C.J. and Tommy Mullaney.

Mckenzie: Well, C.J. doesn't want it.

And Mullaney will never have it. Not while I'm still alive.

- Tommy is good. - What's wrong with Tommy?

I don't like the way he operates.

And his history tells us he's too

self destructive to be around very long.

- I disagree. - Let's just stick to Abby.

Mckenzie: This is about Abby.

C.J. and Mullaney are not future partners.

They are not a reason to exclude Abby Perkins.

Come on, let's give her "most improved player."

But she has zero profile.

Partnership isn't a reward to be passed out.

I like her. We all like her.

The only question here is what's in it for us.

And the answer with Abby is nothing.

How about just acknowledging a person's loyalty?

- What about it? - It's true, Ann.

I hate to agree, but she's certainly no rainmaker.

Neither are you, Stuart.

Brackman: Let's just take the vote.

[knocks] I vote yes, and I seriously recommend

the rest of you do the same.

- I vote yes. - Nope.

- No. - No.

- No. - No.

Brackman: Five to two.

She doesn't make it.

- You people are unbelievable. - Hold on.

We don't announce or reveal the results of this meeting

to anyone before March 15th.

Why not?

Because we have three offers of employment out

to third year law students who will respond by that date.

Since two of them are women who could

be wary of our being tagged with

the sex discrimination label,

we don't need the news about Abby to push them away.

That is disgusting.

If we're not going to make her partner,

we should at least tell her.

Now, I agree with this one.

If the news gets around that

the man's in, the woman's out,

it could cost us. We tell nobody.

Leland, what am I supposed to--

This is a partnership meeting.

You have a fiduciary responsibility

to each one of us.

You tell nobody.

This place is a piece of crap, you know that?

The spirit of Rosalind Shays just lives on forever.

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Next up, a reminder to all that

Jonathan, Stuart and myself will be out of the office

tomorrow and Thursday on our war game expedition.

- Your what? - We announced this last week.

We're part of Richard Fliegel's corporate team

in the industrial war game championship.

Is that where a bunch of guys get together and run around in

the woods like idiots and shoot each other with paint balls?

Richard Fliegel is one of our top grossing clients

and he doesn't consider it idiotic.

You never told me it was an overnight thing, Douglas.

You never said I'd have to sleep in the forest.

[laughs] Brackman: I showed you the brochure, Jonathan.

This is just like you to try to weasel out.

I helped you with Noah, how about you

helping out with my client?

- Will you two please? - Moving on.

Edwards vs. Dune Promotions.

That's my boxing case.

Heavyweight club fighter got hammered real bad.

I represent his wife.

We're suing the promoter for planning a mismatch.

How do you get by assumption of the risk?

By gettin' the jury to focus on

the puss oozing out of this sleaze who set up

his own client to get beaten half to death.

I see.

Brackman: Abby, I see you pushed the Eric Lindros

deposition till Friday.

Yeah, believe it or not,

I have been asked to be on

the Phil Donahue show tomorrow.

- You're kidding? - Really?

They're doing a show on gun control and carry permits,

and they're having...

Well, they're having professional people

who have defended themselves with firearms.

And they... they asked me.

You're really going on the show?

I doubt it. I mean, they have three other guests.

They don't need me.

But they've asked, so I'm thinking about it.

I'll be sure to set my VCR. Alright, we're adjourned.

So, Abby, can you tell me how you shot the guy?

Can I see you for a second?

Sure.

I'm sorry. I...I just can't act like nothing's happened here.

We've had these two great kisses.

Well, they were great for me.

They were great for me, too.

But, you know, if we start something here, it's, uh,

it would be very complicated.

We work together, yeah.

With a lot of other people.

Relationships could get seriously compromised.

Including ours. I mean, we're friends.

Good friends.

And if we start something and it doesn't work out,

well, that would be jeopardizing our relationship.

And that's a pretty big risk.

At least for me.

Right.

Well, maybe we should just, uh, play it safe then, uh,

pretend like nothing happened.

I don't think I can do that.

Me neither.

[laughs]

This is the Tidman 68 special.

12 inch barrel, M-16 grip, semi-automatic.

Can I see it?

Does this, uh, does it hurt when it hits you?

Look, I know you guys aren't wild about this,

but let me tell you... I want to win.

Problem with running a tampon company,

people make jokes about you.

You market a very respectable tampon, Richard.

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

Just the same, I can shut a lot of mouths

by winning this trophy.

Alright. Tonight, Ranch Park, 7:00, we practice.

- Tomorrow, 6:00 a.m., Tarzana. - [gunfire] Hey!

Markowitz: I didn't do anything. It just went off.

Brackman: What do you mean it just went off?

I didn't even touch the trigger.

- Alright, knock it off. - I swear.

That paint is totally washable.

It will come right off.

Hey, it could be a good omen.

Direct hit.

- 7 o'clock, Rancho Park. - You shot my father!

It was a mistake. You never made a mistake?

Give me that gun. You shouldn't have it.

You know what, I don't want to go on this trip.

You're going to be a menace to the team.

- Douglas... - I know it.

A few weeks after the fight, I began to notice it.

His words were slurring and his hands began to shake.

And you think it was the boxing match with

Hector Casalus that did this to your husband?

Oh, I know it was.

I mean, he'd been knocked out before,

but never like that.

My God, never like that.

And for this you blame the promoter?

He wasn't just a promoter,

he controlled Larry's career.

He was the person who was supposed

to be looking out for him,

but he set him up to be mauled

to make Hector Casalus look good.

Now, the defendant never concealed the fact

that he represented Hector Casalus

as well as your husband, did he?

Robyn: No, he never concealed that.

He just concealed the fact that he was sacrificing Larry.

- Objection. - Sustained.

And it is also true, Mrs. Edwards,

that your husband doesn't want you to bring this lawsuit?

- No, he doesn't. - Then why are you?

Because he can't work.

Because we're broke.

Because I have three children that need to eat.

And because I just don't know what else I can do.

Your husband can't find other work besides boxing?

He got a job selling plants at a greenhouse.

And they fired him because they said he kept getting confused.

Last week he went to the grocery store to get some milk.

He forgot why he went and when he went to call me,

he couldn't remember our phone number.

I'm sorry, baby.

I am so sorry to embarrass you like this.

Thank you, ma'am.

That's all I have.

Your husband fought 42 previous fights

and was knocked out seven other times, correct?

Yes, but this fight was--

"Yes" is all I need, thank you.

And as a professional boxer, ma'am,

your husband certainly knew the physical risks

of stepping inside that ring, didn't he?

We never thought that it could be so lopsided.

Your husband knocked out 18 people.

He himself was knocked out seven times.

That means 25 of 42 bouts were lopsided enough

for one fighter to end up semi-conscious.

This fight was a mismatch!

Both you and your husband knew that Hector Casalus

was a highly-ranked contender being groomed

for the heavyweight championship, didn't you?

You told us Larry had a chance, Mitchell.

Isn't it true, ma'am, your husband took this fight

because it was being broadcast on national television?

Because it was the biggest professional

opportunity of his career, and that if he'd won,

he would've been in line for a championship bout

himself, maybe, down the road?

He tricked us into thinking all of this.

Where's the trick? This is boxing, Mrs. Edwards!

The object is to knock the opponent unconscious.

The winner gets a parade,

the loser usually gets hospitalized.

He kept telling us to just trust him.

Who made the final decision to fight

Hector Casalus, Mrs. Edwards?

My client or your husband?

We relied on him for advice.

Who made the final decision to accept this fight?

- Larry, but-- - Thank you, ma'am.

I have nothing further.

Hey, 7 o'clock. Quitting time.

Oh, I've got these depositions to get to.

Wow, look at you.

Yeah, I'm going to the "Sleeping with the Enemy" premiere.

I have an extra ticket if you're interested.

I could also get you a sitter.

Oh, no, thanks. I better stick to these.

I'll be lucky to bill 200 hours

by the end of the month as it is.

Abby, under the heading "life is too short,"

you should get out more.

I know.

And...

in the "is it worth it" category,

I wouldn't sacrifice too much for these people.

Excuse me?

I'm tapped into the secretarial grapevine.

Douglas Brackman's secretary typed this morning

the minutes of last night's partners meeting,

at which meeting the new partners were voted on.

Victor's in. You're out.

- That can't be right. CJ: It's right.

Their feelings are you don't have

the profile to bring in clients,

and they don't feel compelled

to invite you into their family.

Why didn't Ann tell me?

I had lunch with her today, she would've say--

They're keeping it hush hush

until March 15th.

They don't want to spook the women law students

they've got offers out to.

- Those bastards. - Yeah. So sod it.

- Let's go to the movies. - Uh, no, thanks.

I don't-I don't feel like going to the movies.

I'm sorry, Abby... I hope they change their minds.

Those lying sons of bitches.

[indistinct chattering]

Referee: Alright, you'll have a 30 second head start.

- Ready, Wolverines? Man: Yeah, we're ready.

Man 2: Go! Man 3: Let's go!

Man: You heard him.

Alright, next up, the Douche Kings!

- That's us. - Douche Kings?

- That's us? - What kind of a name is that?

- Come on, let's go. - Douche Kings?

Alright, here are your kill chips.

You get killed, you hand it over to the guy who kills you.

You kill somebody else, you get his chip.

- Any questions? - Uh, yeah.

Is there like a snack bar out here someplace.

Referee: Alright, ready, Douche Kings. Go.

- Hustle up. Let's go, men. - Next up, National Tire.

- Let's get out there. Referee: Alright, National Tire.

- You guys know the route... - We'll get 'em stew balled.

Fliegel: Move it! Move it!

Come on.

Aah!

[groans] For God's sake!

Hey, you're in play. You're dead.

- What? - That's our own man.

Referee: That's an official hit.

Player one, you're out. You get his chip.

Harris: The scientific term would be dementia pugilistica,

but that's just a fancy way of saying punch drunk.

Were you able to ascertain the cause

of this dementia, Dr. Harris?

In my opinion it was caused by the repeated blows

to the head in the Casalus fight.

At this time, Judge, I would like to play the tape.

The defense renews its objection to the tape, Your Honor.

The bench renews its ruling. Overruled.

Play it.

[groans]

[groans]

[cheering on TV]

[whack]

[groans]

[cheering on TV]

[groans]

[groans]

[groans]

[thudding on TV]

[groans]

Referee: One, two...

What actually happens when punches like that hit the head?

In simple terms, the blow accelerates

the skull through the air,

while the brain lags behind.

And when the head stops moving, the brain

crashes into the wall of the skull.

Then it reverberates back against the other side.

And this can cause damage to the brain?

Oh, absolutely.

It ends up stretching and ultimately tearing

both the nerves and the tissues inside the brain.

And, doctor, based on your examination of Larry Edwards,

could you tell us what lies ahead for him?

We can't be completely sure, but the likelihood

is that he will become unable to speak.

Within 15 to 20 years, he will become

physically dysfunctional,

and he will need constant medical and nursing care.

All because of a boxing match?

All because of a boxing match.

Thank you, sir. Your witness.

My witness.

[sighs]

Larry Edwards has taken at least

10,000 punches in his boxing lifetime,

and you pin his dementia down

to the eight or nine we just saw on that tape.

The annual neurological exam given to him

before that fight showed no brain damage.

Spitzer: Would that test be conclusive?

No, but--

And you yourself didn't examine this man

prior to the Casalus fight, did you?

No, I didn't.

And, in fact, sir,

punch drunk syndrome can result from accumulated

trauma suffered over a career of boxing, true?

Even the winners can be affected this way, right?

Joe Lewis suffered from

pugilistica dementia, didn't he, sir?

I never examined Joe Lewis.

Every boxer is at risk

to this affliction, right?

Yes, now that is certainly true.

You personally think the sport

of boxing should be banned.

The American Medical Association

believes it should be outlawed.

And you agree with the AMA, don't you?

Boxing should be banned, right?

- Yes, it should be. - Thanks, Dr. Harris.

Nothing further.

I'd like you to meet Ms. Abigail Perkins.

Ms. Perkins is an attorney with the firm

here in Los Angeles, McKenzie, Brackman,

Cheney, Kuzak and Becker.

Two years ago, Ms. Perkins was attacked by a deranged client

who had a lead pipe.

You defended yourself using a handgun.

You shot the guy. And you killed him.

[applause on TV]

Donahue: It should be said, however, you did not have

a carrier permit, did you, Ms. Perkins?

No, they are impossible to get.

Responsible citizens are not allowed to carry firearms,

which means that if I had been attacked

on the street instead of in my office,

I would probably be dead.

I thought she wasn't going to do this.

Something must have changed her mind.

Donahue: 8000 people in this country are killed every year

with a handgun. Many of them are children, shot accidentally.

That's appalling.

So is selling guns to people with criminal records,

or a history of mental illness.

I support gun registration, waiting period,

and background checks. But to say that no--

Passing out pistols is contemptible.

I'll tell you what's contemptible.

Our government cannot stop the drug wars.

Our government cannot stop rising crime.

Our government cannot stop

the guns from getting to the gangs.

And they want to pass laws to stop them

from getting to you and me.

[applause on TV]

Bennett: So you just arm everybody

and become a society of violence?

We already are a society of violence.

All I'm saying is it's time to let the good people fight back!

"Lawyers Who Kill." And we'll be back in just a moment.

[applause on TV]

[knock on door]

- Mike? - Mm-hmm.

Sifuentes: Can I speak to you for a second?

Yeah, sure.

Um, I'm really not sure how to say this.

- It's about Grace. - What about her?

Well, I think that we...

I think there could be something happening between us.

Look, we didn't mean for it to happen.

It just kind of snuck up on us.

What I'm trying to say is,

would it bother you if Grace

and I started seeing each other?

Yes.

Yes, it would bother me.

You'd been training Larry Edwards for how long, sir?

- Almost seven years. - But he's not your employer.

No. I work for Mr. Dune.

Larry was one of the fighters assigned to me.

Now, Mr. Lott, could you tell me what your reaction was

when you learned that Larry was scheduled

to fight Hector Casalus .

I thought it was totally nuts.

I mean, Hector's a ranked contender.

He's in a totally different class.

Did you tell this to Mr. Dune?

I did, and he, uh...

told me to keep my mouth shut

and get Larry ready to fight.

Did you express your reservations to Larry?

Yeah, but, you know, every fighter, they always see

the other guy lying on the mat.

You know, they never see themselves.

Yeah. So the fight went forward?

Yeah. But not with me it didn't. I quit.

Mullaney: Why did you quit, sir?

Because I couldn't close my eyes

to what was happening.

I mean, don't get me wrong,

these things happen all the time.

You know, the promoters staging mismatches.

Because of the public. You know, they like to see knock outs.

But this? He had no chance but to get hurt.

And that's what I told Mr. Dune.

I says, "You better get yourself

another trainer because I quit."

Thank you sir. Nothing further.

Larry Edwards have knock out power, Mr. Lott?

Oh, yes.

Spitzer: And if he had ever connected

would it have been possible for him

to knock out Hector Casalus?

It was possible, sure. But--

Spitzer: Thank you, Mr. Lott. That's all.

[birds chirping]

It's this way.

No, this way.

Douglas, I think I see somebody.

Shhh.

They spotted us, dammit! They're coming.

- Let's give up. - We've gotta fight back.

He said those things, sting, Douglas.

- We could be home for lunch. Raider : Fire!

[gunfire] Whoa!

They've got no place to go. Let's move up.

- Yeah, let's get them. - Hold on. Cease fire!

Now look, you've got four people, we've got four.

There are no surprises.

If you retreat at once, we'll hold fire

and you'll all live. Do we have a deal?

Here's your deal!

- Let's take 'em! - This is ridiculous.

How the hell did I get myself into this?

You have to aim, Jonathan. You can't just shoot at the sky.

Rollins: Stuart! Get back here!

Raider : They can't shoot strait

- One, two, three. - Here they come.

Shoot, Douglas!

[yelling]

[gunfire]

Where the hell did you come from?

You're all dead.

- The little pudge ball got me. - Stuart?

Kill chips, please.

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And Larry Edwards wanted it, did he not?

Wanted it?

This was the opportunity he begged me for.

He said he wanted to get in the ring

with a named fighter so he could make his mark.

Mrs. Edwards claims you knew her husband would be

savagely beaten when you scheduled that fight.

Look, first of all,

I was Larry Edwards exclusive promoter.

That meant I had a financial stake in the man.

So I certainly wasn't going to do anything to ruin his career.

Second, you gotta understand something.

Anything can happen in a boxing match.

Anything. Look at Buster Douglas.

The man was a mismatched, no-name bum

up until the time he knocked out Mike Tyson.

Classius Clay, they said, had no business

even being in the same ring with Sonny Liston.

[laughing] Look at George Foreman.

The man's 40, he's fat, a candidate

for a stroke, yet still in there knocking people out.

Did you think Larry Edwards might beat Hector Casalus?

- The truth? - No.

But did he have a chance? Absolutely.

And Larry was grateful to me that I gave him that chance.

Spitzer: Thank you, Mr. Dune.

Nothing further.

You also control Hector Casalus, don't you?

That's correct.

In fact Hector Casalus is your meal ticket, isn't he?

He's a promising fighter.

But I take care of all of my clients.

Yeah. You really took care of Larry.

You sent him into battle with the fourth ranked

heavyweight contender in the world.

Nobody held a gun to his head.

Mullaney: But you advised him.

You told him this would be best for him.

Dune: That's right. And I believed that.

Don't lie to this jury.

- Objection! - Counsel.

According to Walter McDonough,

executive producer of "Fight Time,"

on Prime Sports Cable,

he told you that before he would close

the cable deal on Hector Casalus,

he had to be sold on the guy's power.

Three days after that, you set up

this match with Larry Edwards.

So?

So Larry Edwards was the tomato can you knew Casalus

would knock out, probably in spectacular fashion.

Totally untrue.

Larry Edwards put his life and his career

in your hands, Mr. Dune,

and you sold him out for a cable deal.

He wanted this fight just as much as I did.

Mr. Dune,

your gross take on the Casalus cable deal

was 1.3 million dollars.

I work hard for my money.

You paid Larry Edwards 8000 for that fight.

That's right. And that's more than he ever made before.

Mullaney: But you got rich,

and he got a lifelong disability.

Look,

Larry knew the risks, okay.

The man knew all of the hazards.

No, he didn't, Mr. Dune.

Larry never knew that one of the hazards was you.

Spitzer: Objection! Mullaney: Withdrawn.

I have nothing further for this citizen.

You can step down, sir.

Your Honor, the defense would like to call

as its last witness Mr. Larry Edwards.

Judge: We're adjourned. We'll see Mr. Edwards later this day.

Brackman: Get me down.

Rollins: You know, it was your idea to go on this trip.

For God's sake, let me lie down.

Alright, look, I'll put you down by the shack.

[groans] Okay, here. Lie down. Lie down.

Hey! Anybody there?

A little help? [door slams open]

Whoa! Hold it, hold it. Don't shoot. We give up.

We need some help. A guy got a broken ankle here.

Bookworm j&1: I know a little first aid.

Can't you find a referee?

No. I think he's gonna pass out.

[gunfire]

man: Hey, look out!

[groaning, yelling]

man: Hey, come on. Get up, get up!

man: Where'd he go?

There's a guy out there.

[gunfire]

[groaning]

man : Take cover.

[gunfire]

That's it, you're dead!

man: Oh, man!

[grunts]

[knock] Grace.

[clears throat]

For the record, I think it's completely unprofessional.

- I beg your pardon? - You and Victor.

It's bad for the firm, it's bad for morale.

If Victor and I were seeing each other,

what business is it of yours?

Well, probably none.

But you are a partner and he is still an associate.

At least for the time being.

And you know how dangerous that can be.

That's the objection?

That I'm a partner and he is an associate?

Alright,

he's a friend and you are my ex-lover. How's that?

At least it's honest.

Listen, Michael, this isn't something

we're trying to rub your face in.

And I certainly appreciate

that you're not comfortable with it.

But what you have to appreciate

is that it really isn't any of your business.

He asked me if I would mind and I said yes.

I guess that doesn't make any difference.

[sighs]

I understand you picked up a new client.

Yeah. California Chapter of the NRA.

Uh-huh.

You have a problem?

You really want to know?

I thought you were self-serving on that show

and totally irresponsible. It made me sick.

Thanks for your support, Ann.

Hey, friends are supposed to be honest with one another,

right? I'm giving you my honest opinion.

That's right. Friends are supposed to be honest.

Like if you knew that a friend

was getting screwed out of a partnership,

you'd level with her. You hypocrite.

I don't make partner because my profile's too low.

I go on television, I get a little publicity,

and suddenly I'm self-serving and irresponsible.

- I wanted to tell you Abby, b-- - But what?

What, your obligation to the partners

took precedence over our friendship?

I get it exactly, Ann.

How dare you judge me.

[crickets creaking]

[owl hooting]

[sighs] Well, I guess we should just go to sleep.

It's only 7:00.

What else do we do?

This is crazy.

I don't care what he said,

I'm lighting the fire.

He won't like it.

[strike]

- You're very lucky, Jonathan. - Why?

Because you have youth, choices.

I'm 40 years old, I'm here in the woods

shivering all night

because I can't say no to a client

who makes designer tampons and sells them

to the jingle "uptight and outta sight."

I'm intimidated by clients, I'm afraid of my ex-wife,

my teenage son ignores me,

and I'm to afraid to light a fire

because of a 5 foot 6 inch tax attorney with a Hitler complex.

[chuckles] Don't end up like me, Jonathan.

You still have choices.

Douglas, you still have choices.

You're right. I can light a fire.

[strike]

[stomp] You want us all to be killed in our sleep?

Painted, not killed, Stuart.

Worst case scenario, we get painted in our sleep.

And you think that's nothing?

Tell that to the Cobras.

[jangling]

You killed four more guys?

I'm going back out on recon.

Jonathan, get two hours sleep.

Douglas, you stand guard. Get up in the tree.

You won't fall asleep.

What? I'm not climbing any tree.

Get in the tree, Douglas.

I'll be back!

Did you really think you could beat Hector Casalus?

I knew he was tough.

And that he hit hard, but I had a chance.

Did Mr. Dune ever tell you he thought you'd win?

No. He thought if I caught him, I maybe could have.

Spitzer: And you chose to take this fight,

knowing the likelihood that you would lose?

Maybe I shouldn't have done it.

I dunno. Next time, maybe no.

Next time?

Do you plan to fight again, Mr. Edwards?

Maybe.

I dunno. I can still fight.

The doctors have testified you've suffered brain damage.

My head's a little fuzzy, and I forget things.

But I can still move. I can still hit.

You don't have to be a scientist or nothing to box.

Spitzer: I appreciate your candor, Mr. Edwards.

Now, your wife is blaming Mr. Dune for all of this.

You don't, do you?

Robyn's doin'

what she thinks she has to do.

None of us is too good at talking

the other one outta stuff.

I see. Thank you, Mr. Edwards. I have nothing further.

Now, you graduated from high school, isn't that right?

And one year of state college. I dropped out to fight.

Mullaney: Yeah.

What is 3x4+5?

- Objection! - A little latitude, Judge.

Very little, Mr. Mullaney.

3x4+5, sir.

Seventeen.

Now, your son Ricky's birthday is April 4th,

yours is August 7th,

the Mets will never win another World Series,

March, July, September, 12th.

When is Ricky's birthday?

Your 12 year-old son, Ricky, when is his birthday?

Oh, come on. I just told you.

Everybody in this room knows it.

He's your son. When is it?

Alright, let's move on, Mr. Mullaney.

I forget sometimes.

It's April 4th.

You really think you can still fight?

Not as good as before maybe.

But I can still make a living.

Hit my hand.

Spitzer: Objection.

Come on, you're a boxer.

Hit the hand.

Come on, this isn't so fast, Larry.

This isn't necessary, Mr. Mullaney.

Mullaney: Larry, you're a professional boxer.

Come on, hit my hand. Show us your reflexes.

Come on, Larry, you can do it.

[cries lightly]

When's Ricky's birthday?

Come on, Larry, your oldest son.

It's... It's April.

April what?

I have nothing further.

It's April.

His-his birthday is in April.

Brackman: I keep telling myself that Fliegel's

worth $800,000 a year to us.

Shhh. Quiet.

No use in getting killed now.

Any sign of Rambowitz?

Stuart? I hope he got captured.

He's probably eating bugs for breakfast.

[rustling] Freeze!

Make one move, you get it in the ass.

Okay, okay.

- Drop your guns. Now! - Fine.

Now, you're gonna give me all your chips.

Lie down on the ground.

[gunshot]

[groans]

[thudding] Walter: What the hell was that?

Stuart?

I believe I'll take your chip.

I gotta sit. [groans]

- Wait a minute. You're a Cobra. - So what?

So, I killed you yesterday. You're a cheater.

What's the big deal, you killed me again.

Where'd you get this little terror?

You're a cheater, man. You ruin the game!

- So sue me. Brackman: Alright, Stuart.

No, no. It's not alright. You ruin the game!

[gunshot]

Hey! [gunshot] Hey!

- Stuart. - Come on, Stuart.

Maybe you'll think twice next time!

Walter: Hey! Hey! Stop it!

Maybe you'll remember next time.

Walter: Stop it! - Knock it off.

You're hurting him!

[thud]

- Ow. - It was for your own good.

Douglas, you fragged me.

Damn right I did.

Now give me your chip.

Rollins: Unbelievable. Unbelievable.

Boxing is a dirty business.

The promoter controls the managers

so he can represent both fighters in the same bout.

You never know who's pimping for who.

The regulations stink and it's possible

for club fighters with lousy credentials

to be thrown in with championship caliber fighters.

Now that is what happened here, ladies and gentlemen.

Larry Edwards was put in that ring

solely because the defendant knew.

He knew that he would be quickly destroyed,

because he would make Hector Casalus look good.

Because he would help Mitchell Dune close that cable deal.

Now, I don't sit here pretending to be shocked.

Like I said, the fight game is dirt.

And it's usually more about

promoting entertainment vehicles

and raising revenues than it is sport.

And bums are thrown in with contenders all the time.

But the problem here is

it was Larry Edwards' own guy that sold him out.

See, Mitchell Dune's job was to protect him.

To advise him. And he sacrificed him.

There was a trust here.

And for 1.3 million dollars

Mitchell Dune chose to betray that trust.

And because of that,

Larry Edwards is brain damaged.

Because of that, one day

Larry Edwards will be unable to speak.

He will need a nurse to help him go to the bathroom.

For Larry Edwards,

for his wife and kids

please, do something to even things up.

Boxing is a sport where the object is to bash

the opponent's head until he loses consciousness.

That's what boxing is.

We could mandate headgear,

we could mandate bigger, softer gloves.

We could do a lot of things to make it safer.

We choose not to.

Because the essence of boxing is blood,

and eyes swelled up to where you can't see,

and knock outs, and pain.

Mitchell Dune knows that.

Larry Edwards knows that.

Knowing that,

Larry Edwards decided to become

a professional and assume those risks.

And like any pro,

the thing he wanted most from his promoter

was a shot at the title.

"Get me in there with the big boys."

Well, Mitchell Dune got him in there with Hector Casalus.

An opportunity Larry Edwards was grateful for.

And he lost. He got hurt.

For which we're all very sorry.

But please,

if we start suing promoters every time

a boxer suffers a viscous knock out,

we'd be holding them liable

for giving us exactly what we pay to see.

Admit that, ladies and gentlemen.

Larry Edwards isn't blaming Mitchell Dune.

How can you?

[instrumental music]

- I have to talk to you. - Sure. I just came in.

Who the hell do you think you are?

- What? - We are not sleeping together.

We... We don't even have a relationship.

I didn't even say I'd go out with you.

Why are we talking about this now?

Because you went to Michael and made it public.

Damn you, before we did anything you had

to go and get his stamp of approval!

Approval? Look, I don't know what he told you.

Victor, if something is happening here it is between us.

You and me. It has nothing to do with Michael.

Michael still loves you.

That doesn't give him the right to decide who I can be with.

Or you, either.

I make up my own mind

and I don't need anybody's permission.

You're right. I didn't think. I'm sorry.

I don't know. Maybe we should just forget this whole thing.

[laughs]

- What are you doing? - Nothing. Just...

Nothing.

I heard you were a big hero today.

- 21 kills. - Yeah.

Second place. [groans]

I could have won, but Douglas fragged me.

- He says you had it coming. - I did.

I think I was, uh, acting out

a lot of stuff out there, you know.

[chuckles]

Tell me about acting out.

I bit Abby's head off for going on Donahue.

I just turned into the dragon lady.

You know what I was thinking about the whole time

I was out in the woods?

What?

I was thinking about the time we went camping together

and you got poison oak all over your...

Because you didn't bring the toilet paper.

Oh, come on. You used the wrong leaf.

I miss you.

I miss you, too.

Look, I can't promise you all the monsters are gone.

God knows, the way I behaved out in the woods,

there's still a few of them running around.

But...

whatever my problems are,

you're the one I want to dump them on.

Meaning what?

Meaning I want to come home.

To you.

To you and me.

I love you.

You're the most important thing in my life.

And you always will be.

Then come home.

[instrumental music]

Has the jury reached a verdict?

Foreman: We have, Your Honor.

Judge: How say you?

In the matter of Robyn Edwards versus Dune,

we the jury find in favor of the defendant.

Judge: Members of the jury, thank you.

This case is adjourned.

Uh, Larry,

I've been thinking about your future and--

Would you leave, please.

Would you just hear me out, please.

We could use a guy like you down at the gym, Lar.

You know, just a little sparring. Not too much.

Maybe you could help out with some of the new kids.

- The pay's pretty good. - I'll take it.

- Larry! - Just get out of here, please.

Let me know.

How could you think about that?

I know I can fight.

It could lead to something.

I could get another shot.

You're not going to get another shot, Larry.

You don't know that.

Come on, Robyn.

[instrumental music]

[knocking on door]

Look, I know it's really rude

for me to just drop in like this.

I'm probably the last person you want to see.

Close.

Can I come in anyway?

[door closes]

I'm really sorry.

Going to Michael was not the right thing to do.

It was a knee-jerk reaction.

Where I come from, you just don't muscle in on another guy.

That's no excuse.

I didn't think about how you would feel about it,

and I was wrong.

I was totally wrong and I'm sorry.

Okay.

Now what?

Do-do you want me to go?

No.

[saxophone music]

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