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David, it's a modeling job.

Yeah?

What kind of modeling?

Uh, it's a print ad for some magazine,

some photographer.

Eric said it paid well.

Have you forgotten the party he took us to?

Sophie, the guy is a bottom-feeder.

Well, I need the money.

And compared to the heavy breathers

that have called in response to my billboard,

Eric is a prince.

You know what? You're beautiful...

and you're smart... and you're talented.

Of all the people I've seen come to this town to make it,

you're the one with the best shot.

You're sweet.

No, I'm honest.

(sighs): Don't waste yourself on this.

Oh, David, David, David, listen, you got to come see this.

See what? Well, it's too good to say,

so you're gonna have to come with me.

Nice to see you, too. Yeah, whatever. Anyways, it's in Bel Air,

it's about ten minutes from here, I'll drive.

Val, we're right in the middle of something here.

Can't this wait?

By the way, there's some guy in your car.

What?

Excuse me, hey, excuse me.

Hi. Um, what are you doing?

I'm repossessing your car.

You can't do that.

Uh-huh. No, no, you...

you really can't. It...

Wait, wait, um,

excuse me?

Wait, wait. No.

You can't do that.

See, I'm an actress,

and I have auditions, you know,

all over town, and...

if you take my car-- no!

Where you going?

To make some money.

Yes, we did it! And it's all thanks to you, my friend.

Well, thank the judge-- it wasn't my ruling.

Hey.

What happened?

Unsupervised visits certain weekday afternoons

and every other weekend.

Plus, I'm not allowed to leave the county.

So, Lenny got exactly what he wanted.

Full rights to my daughter, and full access to me.

I told you, sweetie--

we'll be seeing each other all the time.

She'll be ready at 3:00.

Well, you can come with us if you want.

I got a big afternoon planned.

Congratulations, Counselor.

You are a credit to your profession.

♪ ♪

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♪ You are here ♪

♪ So am I ♪

♪ What I feel inside ♪

♪ Swimming against the tide ♪

♪ All of the elements are there ♪

♪ Drowning my pride ♪

♪ I'm coming up for air ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Swimming against the tide... ♪

Well, Val, you've always wanted to live large.

Yeah, I did.

And it's for free, before it's too late.

Too late for what?

This house is perfect

for the killer party I'm gonna throw.

Val, you're gonna throw a party in someone else's house?

Is that okay?

Absolutely not-- but see, there's this guy

who looks for house-sitters, and for 50% of the door...

The door? (laughs)

You're gonna charge people to get in here?

He does the invitations and the food

and-- oh, Blue Navel's in town.

I was thinking about having them play.

At your party?

The one... you're not supposed to be having.

Hmm. Doesn't it sound great. Yes!

You looking at me?

You looking at me? (laughs)

I think she likes me.

(fusses)

What's wrong?

(crying): I've never been away from her.

And I know it's only for the afternoon, but...

what if she needs me?

(knocking)

I'll get it.

Allison will be ready in a few minutes.

Yeah, thanks for the bulletin.

Hey... sweet thing.

Hey, sweet thing, Daddy's here.

There's diapers

and wipes, a change of clothes, and baby food.

And a bottle and formula.

We're going to Hollywood Park.

The racetrack?

They have a playground.

(scoffs)

You want to come?

Have her home by 6:00.

What? You used to like the track.

(door slams)

(crying)

Lenny, can you handle this?

(crying continues)

Yeah.

Because if you can't...

(shouting): I said yes!

(continues crying)

STEVE: Features?

(sighs): Well, we've got an article that Brandon wrote about

(groans) shoreline development.

Okay, what about departments?

Brandon wrote two killer music reviews

(groans) and a top-ten list

about where to find the best hamburger in town.

Editorials?

Brandon wrote one, it's about the drug scene

and the proposed Saturday night curfew.

Do we have anything that Brandon didn't write?

I mean, feel free to humor me.

We've got about an issue's worth of articles,

and then we're on our own.

(grunts in mock pain)

We can do this.

Oh, yeah, sure we can.

All we have to do is think

of ten articles, a week, report them, write them,

edit them... (groans) Right. Well, uh,

12 articles, usually.

Freelancers.

They're good for about three articles, max,

and there-there's... fact-checking,

doing pictures, writing captions, headlines,

layouts... (groans)

We're dead, we're dead, we're dead!

No, we're not.

We are not dead.

I believe in you.

You do?

Of course.

I mean...

...sure.

Sort of.

Beautiful, Soph, just beautiful.

Now, untie the top.

(laughs): Very funny.

Come on.

Oh.

Now all the way.

For a lipstick ad, I don't think so.

Forget lipstick.

You want to be an actress, a professional model,

you'll have to take off your clothes,

just like everybody else. Not this way, I don't.

Fine. Just hand over the check we cut, pay our expenses

for the last day, and we'll call it a wrap.

What expenses? For our time.

We had a contract, remember?

Unless, of course,

you want to reconsider.

No, suit yourself.

I guarantee you will not work in this town again

with that prima donna attitude.

Okay, now, turn to me.

Beautiful. Beautiful, Soph.

Ah, it's perfect.

Hey, you.

How was court?

I won.

Oh.

Thought you understood.

No, I... I do.

It's just hard.

Lenny's a bad guy. Yeah,

and he treated Leah terribly, I know.

But Allison needs her father, and that's what...

So you've said.

I have work... I got to do.

I read A Civil Action.

Thanks for giving it to me.

Did you like it?

Are you kidding? I loved it.

I-I thought we could talk about it

some more, maybe over dinner or something?

You, uh, haven't said anything about Noah lately.

I haven't seen him.

But you're still seeing each other.

(laughs): I don't know; it's confusing.

But I do know I could use a friend.

NAT: Hey. Hey.

Hey, Nat. Two coffees, please.

Sure. Read that.

Oh. Ah.

"Martians Land In Beverly Hills."

Well, look at the bright side--

we could be publishing garbage like that.

"Hollywood starlet seen running naked down Wilshire Boulevard."

They say they have exclusive photos.

Gee, Steve, I wonder if they really do.

People read this stuff.

Yeah, they're the people that think Elvis really lives.

Now, can we please talk about the Beat?

Yeah, sure.

Okay. So, what are we gonna do?

Steve? It's just that they

churn this stuff out, and we can't even think

of a single issue. Well, our job is

much harder-- it's not like we can make it up.

What did you say?

Nothing.

I didn't say anything.

And whatever you're thinking, don't think it.

I'm pretty good at making things up.

Steve, we have something really great here.

We have something that we can be proud of.

In fact, it's one of the things I do best.

(chuckles): Yes.

Okay, guys, listen, we're at capacity inside.

Please be patient-- as soon as some people leave,

I'll take some more of you in.

How's everybody doing tonight?

(others shout, cheer)

Is this the place to be, or what?

OTHERS: Yeah!

I saw your truck tonight, man.

You got it worked.

What's up with that?

(chuckles) You like that, huh?

Yeah. We do a little racing

up on Sepulveda, man.

Kind of helps to psych out the other guy.

You gotta check it out.

All right, all right.

The fact that it's Noah's club

has nothing to do with why we're here?

No. Other than the fact we can cut in line.

And I like the band.

NOAH: See Donna over there with that guy?

Yeah.

Whatever you do, don't let them in.

This is completely illegal.

You should know that.

We do.

Child stealing?

That's what they call it

when a parent breaks a custody arrangement.

And it is a felony.

If I don't get away from Lenny, he'll hurt me and my baby.

Has he threatened you? And beaten me.

Repeatedly. Have you reported him?

It never got filed.

Now he has joint custody.

Legally, I'm trapped.

Hmm.

I got your name from one of the nurses

at the Wyatt Clinic.

She said that you've helped other battered women move away.

Disappear.

New home.

New identity.

You'd be completely cut off from your current life.

I have no life.

Will you help us?

I'm under investigation by the D.A.'s office

for the women that I've helped.

So, no.

I can't.

But I can guide you.

How?

I can tell you what you need--

documents, identification-- but you've got to go out

and get them.

Hey.

You sure you're up for this?

'Cause your friend here is going to need a lot of help.

And aiding and abetting?

It's a serious charge.

Where do we begin?

It's got to be perfect.

How about this?

No, nothing hideous.

(sighs)

Well, it would help if I knew why you were throwing a party.

Okay, think 1999. Think end of the world.

Okay.

Ooh. This?

Yeah! That's not dreadful.

Great. Oh.

Hmm.

Hey.

(sighs) You seen Matt?

Try his office.

My first AA meeting's the day after tomorrow.

The court sent Matt all the details

on, you know, the time, place, stuff like that.

That's good. Um, it's upstairs on the left.

He's not there.

Thought maybe you'd know where he is.

I don't.

Are you dating this guy?

What?

VALERIE: You heard the man.

You stay out of this.

Are you?

Since you didn't allow us into the club last night,

it's really none of your business.

Good line. Used it a couple times myself.

Oh, my God. That's it.

Out! Out! Wait.

(sighs)

Here's directions to the party.

Bring a date if you want.

So, AA, huh? That's tough.

On alcoholics.

So you're just a recreational drunk driver?

Look, I've got two days till my court-appointed detox.

If you only had two days, what would you do?

Uh, I'd do something incredibly reckless.

I'd throw an illegal rave. You?

(chuckles)

I don't know. The bouncer told me about some race on Sepulveda.

Sound reckless to you?

Yeah. You need a partner?

Yep. A fast car.

Hmm.

Oh, man. This is like...

12 CDs.

Yeah, a little variety for your show.

Thank you. I love them.

Mwa!

Well, it's, um, for the advice.

About the modeling job.

I wish I'd taken it. You didn't?

No. That many CDs don't come cheap.

Unlike me.

Stop, okay?

You made a mistake.

Yeah, one of many.

You know, one call to Nat, and you could, uh...

start that waitressing job.

Nothing like dating a man with connections.

Well, it will cover your expenses

until you get your big break.

So, you want me to call?

Tabloids are a joke, Steve.

An embarrassment.

Mm. A profitable embarrassment.

What about journalistic integrity, huh?

What about writing serious stories?

What about staying in business?

Okay. One question.

What would Brandon think?

I don't know. Let's ask him.

Brandon? Brandon?

Oh, that's right, Janet, he doesn't work here anymore.

Mm-hmm. That's really cute.

You know what? I want no part of this.

The Hollywood Eye. The National Whisperer.

These papers make tons of money.

And the beautiful part about it is,

they do it by running stories that we can write.

You and I.

Can write? Yes. Will write? Never.

You'll be a reporter.

A columnist.

A bureau chief. What do you say?

So long, Steve. Best of luck to you.

Wait, wait.

Did I mention the benefits?

Health, pension, vacation days.

Pay raise.

Huge pay raise.

(laughing)

I already got our first scoop.

It's the Tower Town Hotel.

It's haunted.

(laughs creepily)

(knocking)

Matt. Hi.

Hi.

Um, what's up?

Uh...

Nothing. I...

I was just out of the office all day.

I thought I'd stop by, see if you want to, um...

I don't know, grab some dinner.

Oh. Really, that's really nice of you, but I-I can't.

I already made plans. Work plans.

I have work to do.

Am I coming at a bad time?

No. No. Not at all.

Is this about

what Noah did last night, or...

did you just have way too much coffee?

Coffee, yeah, definitely. Way too much.

Tall cap, double cap, mocha cap...

(sighs) You get the idea.

Yeah, I'm beginning to.

Maybe some other time?

Yeah, sure. Sure.

Some other time. Great.

(sighs)

That hurt. You should know that.

I know, but he's Lenny's lawyer.

He's a decent guy.

Who would do anything he can to keep Leah from leaving.

I have to get them out of town.

(baby cries softly)

I hope you know what you're doing.

Whoa.

That was close.

Hey. Uh, mega burger with cheese.

I haven't ordered yet.

Oh.

I would like a cup of coffee.

Right. Sorry.

Thank you.

Okay.

Who ordered this?

They left. They got tired of waiting.

Oh. Oh, well.

Feel like a mega burger?

(chuckles) Do I have to pay for it?

Beck, I'm sorry. You know...

Nah.

But you'd better leave me a big tip.

So...

Uh, Sophie, what do you really do?

When you're not doing this, I mean.

I'm an astrophysicist.

You?

Heir apparent.

Mm. Right. Who wants a free burger.

Don't forget the tip.

Hey, Nat.

Congratulations.

She's the worst waitress I've ever seen.

Hey. Hi.

Nat says you're doing a great job.

Oh, well, then, Nat's a moron.

I've made $16 in tips in three hours.

I think that's less than minimum wage.

I got you an audition.

To be what? The cocktail waitress next door?

Pass. No.

To meet with an independent film director I did some jingles for.

Oh, okay.

Um, I'm a jerk.

Thank you.

Come find me after the show. I'll tell you more about it.

Okay. Okay?

Oh, sit. I'm really very sorry about the lousy service.

I-I hired her as a favor to a friend,

and I didn't know she would do the job that poorly.

And I hope this won't keep you from coming back.

Excuse me. Um, hi.

I-I can't accept this.

Not many people would try and return a $100 bill.

Not many people would leave one.

We've got something in common, then.

What's this?

It's my number.

Use it.

Rules are simple, guys.

First one to turn off loses.

(laughing)

(engine revving)

You haven't had anything to drink, right?

Not a drop.

You ready?

Yeah.

(engine revs)

(tires squealing, onlookers cheer)

I'm not nervous if you were wondering.

I just thought somebody should know

that I'm going to do something really brave.

I'm going to turn myself in.

Noah, I killed my father.

(engine grows louder)

Noah?!

Noah, turn!

(tires squeal in distance)

What are you, insane?

You trying to get us killed or something?

He would've turned. Get out of my car.

Come on, admit it, it was a rush, right?

Get out now!

You can hitch a ride

with one of your fellow suicide junkies.

(disgusted groan): Oh, man.

You know what?

You need help in a really big way.

(tires squeal)

I'm glad you called.

(laughs): I, uh, I have a boyfriend.

I'm not surprised.

And I'm not interested in your money, or, um...

or your family's money.

It's just that I'm, um, I'm new in town and...

And you want to increase your circle of friends.

Exactly.

Right.

Have you ever been to Paris?

Paris? Um, mm-mm.

Not this season.

I'm, I'm going tomorrow.

On my dad's plane.

It's not as, uh, quick as a Concorde,

but at least you won't have to wait in line for the bathroom.

(laughs)

Do you want to go?

Go to Paris?

Just like that?

I-I don't... I don't even know you.

Well, I, uh, saw your billboard.

Oh. You did.

"Where's Sophie?"

And "Paris" would be a very good answer.

Unless, of course,

you got something better to do.

Matt?

(quiet grunting nearby)

Hello?

Hello?

What's up?

Listen,

when you came by the beach apartment yesterday,

I couldn't talk.

Really? Why not?

I can't say.

Uh...

this whole thing's just really complicated,

but I promise you it has nothing to do with Noah.

Were you working up to some kind of apology?

Oh. Right. Sorry.

Then I forgive you.

What? That's it? Yeah.

I argue for a living, Donna.

It bores me outside of work.

(laughs): Oh. Oh, that's great--

you make me laugh, and I bore you.

I know. It just doesn't seem fair, does it?

No, not at all. No, not at all. (laughs)

(sighs): Do you want to go to Valerie's party?

Oh, I'm, I'm going.

With me.

And you're asking me because...?

Did I mention that laughter thing?

And what about old what's-his-mood?

Did I mention it's a party. Ah.

So you want to have some fun.

Hmm.

Then I'm your guy.

Cool.

DONNA: Hey. Hey.

Allison's sleeping. How'd it go?

Well, you know how in the movies there's always a forger

around every corner, and it's really easy to get a fake I.D.?

But it doesn't work that way?

No, you need I.D. to get I.D. here.

I mean, without it, Leah can move away,

but as far as starting a new life, forget about it.

It's impossible.

I won't be able to open a bank account,

sign a lease, fill out a W-4, without using my own name.

I've been following you all day.

I know what you're doing.

Get away from me.

L-Lenny, I'm gonna call the police.

You heard the judge-- you can't go anywhere!

KELLY: Yes, I'd like

to report an intruder, 1610 Lighthouse Road.

LENNY: I can't

let you take away my baby.

It's not your time with her.

Go away.

The police are on their way.

Do you hear what I'm saying to you?

I won't let you go.

(door closes)

STEVE: Well, I'm just

a city inspector,

but I think a complete retrofit is unnecessary.

What do you think? My dogs are killing me.

Well, we'll have a look at the kitchen area, and we'll be done.

I'm not authorized to take anyone in there.

Are you not authorized, or are you scared?

Scared of what?

The ghost. (chuckles)

Carson Ponder--

one of Marilyn Monroe's supposed lovers.

Snuck down to the kitchen for a little midnight snacky-poo.

Got a chicken bone

lodged in his gullet.

It was a very violent and untimely death.

They say... you can still hear him.

(choking)

(quiet choking)

FYI: I don't know CPR.

(chuckles): Come here.

My partner, she's into the paranormal, big-time.

She begged me to come on this inspection

just to see the kitchen.

What do you say?

Yeah, well, I guess I could turn a blind eye.

But don't expect me to come along--

I never go in there.

Take your time.

Show yourself out.

(singsongy): We're in-- we got our story.

Scooby-Doo. (laughs)

(rock music playing)

David. Hey. Hey.

You're not gonna believe this--

you know that audition?

Oh, don't tell me it went bad. No.

No. The opposite.

They want to cast me.

That's great. Congratulations.

There's only one downside-- it... shoots in Paris.

I leave tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Yeah.

For how long?

I don't even know.

I'm gonna miss you.

(laughs): Hey, uh, this is exactly what you wanted,

and we... we can handle

a little transcontinental separation.

(laughs): Yeah, you're right.

I'm really proud of you.

Let's go celebrate. Okay.

Okay?

Leah can get restraining orders.

Lenny would ignore them.

If he ignores them, then he goes to jail.

You should have seen this guy tonight--

he's totally unstable, and he's been following Leah.

Listen, I'll call him-- I will see him tomorrow.

That is the best I can do.

Well, isn't there someone you can talk to, you know,

someone that can get her false documents,

a license, social security card or something?

She's gonna steal that kid.

(sighs): That's the reason I couldn't talk on the deck.

Kelly's been trying to help Leah disappear for days.

She can't do it by herself.

Well, good-- because besides being illegal,

living on the run is no way to raise a child.

VALERIE: Hey. What do you think

of the dress?

So pathetic.

The noise is so loud, my chandeliers are rattling!

Oh, you live next-door.

BOUNCER: That's a nice house. SIMON: Yeah.

SIMON: Either you do something about this, or I'm gonna

call the police-- you got that?

Neighbor's threatening to call the police.

Yeah, well, he can join the club.

Is your mother still threatening to turn you in?

No. But I'm thinking about doing it myself.

Are you kidding me?

Why would you do that?

'Cause it's the right thing to do.

I'm not afraid of ghosts. I'm not afraid of ghosts.

I'm not afraid of ghosts.

(whispers): What's this?

Well, if it's not an exit, I'm not really interested.

It's one of those old walk-in refrigerators!

Wow, this thing's huge. (door closes)

And airtight.

Hey! Hello?

Hello!

Open. Hello?

Oh! Oh, boy.

Okay, that's all right, that's okay,

because the, uh, the guard will come back for us, right?

Remember cavernous hotel, stoner guard--

who I paid off to let us explore this place. (groans)

I don't think he's coming back so soon.

We're dead.

We're dead, and you killed us.

Come on, Janet, where's your sense of fun?

Shh! I don't think you should talk,

because you're hogging the oxygen, you moron.

Don't... don't you shush me.

And on top of that... Why don't you stop talking!

Stop talking? Why don't you stop talking?!

Why don't you stop repeating everything I say?

I'm not repeating everything you say! Yes, you are!

I'm the one who was talking first!

Oh, talk, talk, talk...

I'm claustrophobic!

Listen, it's gonna be okay.

I hate you. You know what?

I hate you, and those are gonna be my last...

words on earth.

Still hate me?

Oh, yeah.

(slurring): Hey, ever seen Barry Sanders run?

Guy could lose his own shadow.

Watch this: He, goes, he goes left.

Back right and right forward.

Noah.

Are you all right?

Don't leave, okay?

Sure.

No, I'm saying, don't leave me.

All right?

Matt, wait.

Wild guess-- he needs you.

I got to take him home. I'm sorry.

So am I.

The neighbors have complained.

I want to speak to the person who lives here.

Disturbing the peace; illegal rave...

And I killed my father-- boy, they hit the jackpot.

Will you let me talk to them? No, I'm gonna do it.

Would you excuse us for a second? No.

It's okay. Um, David knows.

DAVID: Val, I know what

you went through; you didn't do anything wrong.

A jury may not see it that way.

I'm gonna tell them.

If you do, you could spend

the rest of your life in jail.

I'm in jail now.

No, you're not.

Not even close.

OFFICER: Shut that band down, miss,

or you're under arrest.

Yeah, we'll do it. I got it.

Uh...

there's one other thing.

(Valerie sighs)

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Hey.

God, I woke up, I didn't even know where I was.

New home, big hangover, bad combination.

I can't believe you stayed here all night.

Yeah, me neither.

Ow! Come here.

Let me see. (water running)

Oh, it's fine.

Yeah, it's fine. It's just, it's a burn.

God, you're gonna make it worse.

I guess I do that a lot, huh?

Yeah, well, why don't you stop doing it?

(sighs)

My first AA meeting's tonight.

You're gonna go with a hangover-- how appropriate.

I'm really out of here.

I'm sorry I ruined your date.

Will you please take tonight seriously?

Of course.

And every day after that, okay?

Sure.

Look, Matt, I know Val, okay?

She might have chickened out last night,

but she's gonna do it.

Now, isn't there some way we can--

I don't know-- intervene legally, something?

Turning herself in

may be stupid, and it may be self-destructive,

but it's not illegal.

Do you know anyone

she'd listen to?

No.

I mean, no one who might not make things worse.

Well, at this point, I don't think that's possible.

Can I use your phone?

Yeah, sure.

(dial tone droning)

(sighs)

Actually, it happens more than you think,

people having sex in there.

Hey!

It's a refrigerator.

We got locked in, that's all.

Yeah, "Wham bam, thank you, ma'am,"

that's not exactly my style.

You thought that was

"Wham bam, thank you, ma'am?"

What? You thought it was meaningful?

Please, in your dreams.

Besides, I don't want people blabbering all over town, okay?

Well, if there is a ghost,

he's had more than a few X-rated nights.

Yo, bro, there was no sex, okay?

Nothing happened.

Nothing meaningful, anyway.

We slept in our clothes, all right?

Shirt's on inside out.

Well...

We'll take it.

Great. Which one?

All of them.

Oh, Tom, that's too much.

There's no such thing as too much.

Especially in Paris.

You're going to Paris?

TOM: London, Madrid-- doesn't matter.

We don't really have an itinerary.

Itinerary?

I thought you were doing a movie.

You must be the boyfriend.

DAVID: Yeah.

Who are you?

I'll be in the car.

Nice meeting you.

I can explain.

DAVID: What's there to explain?

You lied.

Again.

It's not the way it looks.

Some rich mama's boy

is taking you to Paris-- what am I missing?

I came to this town for two reasons, David:

fame and fortune.

I didn't get fame.

No, not in a month.

So I'm taking

my shot at fortune, unless you think

I should keep taking off my top in photo shoots.

Seems to be

my only other option.

You mean, besides prostitution?

I'm sorry you see it that way.

Stay.

I can't.

ABBY: Valerie.

Don't.

Mom.

David called me.

He told me what you're planning to do.

You can't.

No, I have to.

I could've stopped it.

I could've left him.

It's my fault he's dead, not yours.

It was an accident, you know?

But I wanted to kill him.

He hurt me that much.

I know that.

And I know

you can never forgive me for knowing.

But I-I couldn't stand thinking about what he...

What I did to you.

After I shot him, I...

I didn't run, I-I didn't scream.

Just stood there and watched him die.

He was your father.

I know you loved him.

I hated him.

I know that, too.

You've been confusing the two ever since.

It wasn't your fault.

None of it.

I'm so sorry.

I forgive you.

Whatever you think you've done,

I forgive you.

Now, please, I beg you...

forgive yourself.

KELLY: Okay.

(phone beeps)

Well, all of the airlines require picture identification.

So that's it?

I'm trapped?

I'm really sorry.

MATT: Kelly, it's Matt Durning.

Donna's not here.

I know. She asked me to come by

and see you and Leah.

All right, I've got a friend who can help Leah disappear.

What? How?

He's a forger,

I got him off on a technicality,

he owes me a favor.

I'll get you all the new forms

of identification you're gonna need.

KELLY: How does your client

feel about this?

Well, ignorance is bliss.

I'll never be able to thank you enough.

And I will never be able to understand you.

Couldn't you be disbarred for this?

Well, you got your good risks and you got your bad.

And why are you gambling now?

Let's just say I like to sleep at night.

Besides, it's no gamble.

I was never here.

Okay?

Okay? All right.

I'll wait outside while you pack your things.

Let's pack.

Mm.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm sorry about last night.

Well, you should be.

I told you I was confused.

And it hurts just the same.

So how's the ghost story coming?

Uh, it's coming.

Janet, we're okay with what happened

in the refrigerator, right?

Uh, yeah... yeah.

I mean, it-it was one of those, those freak things, you know?

Yeah.

Like a result of unique circumstances.

Yeah. You know, we reacted just like anyone else would've.

Exactly.

You know, I-I believe that, that the need to reproduce

in the face of death is, like, genetically encoded.

Yeah, definitely instinctual.

It's animal reflex.

Not even worth mentioning, really.

(rumbling)

Earthquake. Earthquake.

(jackhammer drilling)

(knocking)

It's open.

Hi.

Hey.

Leah got her IDs.

She and her daughter are on their way.

I just thought you should know.

Well, thank you.

I was wrong about you.

I didn't take it personally.

I did.

Well, that's because you're passionate about your position.

I admire that.

And to you, it was just a job?

Well, look,

theory and practice sometimes gets severely mixed up.

Like, in theory, Lenny deserved the best possible defense...

But in reality, he...

What he did was indefensible.

Exactly.

So you just got a little mixed up.

(chuckles)

What?

As I recall, you came here to, uh, apologize.

Oh.

Yeah.

I'm just...

Passionate?

Yeah, very.

And I admire that a lot.

(applause)

Hi.

I'm Stan, and I'm an alcoholic.

GROUP: Hi, Stan.

STAN: I haven't had a drink in three-and-a-half weeks.

Feels like about three-and-a-half years.

I still think about drinking all the time.

But I'm learning to cope with those urges,

thanks to the support of my family

and of course all of you here.

I'm taking each day one at a time.

I know I'm gonna make it.