L.A. Law (1986) s01e04 Episode Script

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Previously on L.A.
Law.
If the IRS determines that Mrs. Lewis'
show business career constituted a hobby
rather than a legitimate business,
that's $2.8 million plus penalty.
When they see her new video, they're going
to wind up owing us money.
She's gone.
Leland, she left me.
Mr. Perkins is enjoined from coming within 100
yards of either Mrs. Perkins or the minor Eric Perkins.
Eric went home already.
What do you mean he went home?
His father picked him up.
He can't.
There's a restraining order.
Mr. Kuzak, I have three rules, two of which being I
never date lawyers and I never date anyone I work with.
How did you get into my car?
I worked my way through law school as a car thief.
You're getting pushy again.
That's not pushy.
If I was to kiss you, that would be pushy.
Look, Stuart, come home with me.
It was the sexiest night of my life.
The truth is, I don't remember.
Often the problems we confront in our pro
bono cases are not legally complex,
but are nonetheless critical to those experiencing them.
And the satisfaction they will bring you
cannot be measured in dollars.
I would urge you never to forget that as
lawyers, we have an historical
responsibility to represent the needs of all
the people, not just those who can afford us.
Whatever our aspirations, I'm afraid, my generation
cannot lay claim to having been very good caretakers.
More people will awaken this morning in a
state of poverty and despair than
populated the planet in the year I was born.
You are the privileged of our youth,
and our hopes reside with you,
that you will profit from our mistakes, so that during
your watch, you will realize a fairer, more just society.
God knows, there's never been a greater need.
Let's open the floor to questions.
You, sir.
Mr. Mckenzie, we are aware that many of
the New York law firms have raised their
starting associate salary levels to $65,000 per annum.
And what I'd like to know is, in your opinion, you feel that
the Los Angeles firms will follow suit in the near future.
And specifically, will Mckenzie Brackman move to
increase their starting salary levels commensurately?
Well, I assume we'll offer something
compatible with what's being offered elsewhere.
Mr. Mckenzie.
The young lady in the front.
In that vein, what impact would the new
tax laws have on such things as perk
packages, company cars, and other forms of
non-salary compensation?
Sir.
Mr. Mckenzie.
Good morning, Mr. Brackman.
Who are all those people, please?
I'm going to go over here and answer to
your aunt in the Times.
You're interviewing housekeepers today?
Ah.
I'll see them all at once.
Mr. Brackman, Mr. Sifuentes says that you have to spend at
least five minutes with each one before you turn them down.
Well, they can't wait in reception all day.
Put them somewhere out of the way.
Where?
You're a smart woman.
You figure it out.
Where the hell is that letter from Ralph Morwood?
It's so strong, I'll be jumpy all day.
And how many times have I told you I don't
like these cups, the handles?
You can't, they're too small.
Did we get out of bed on the wrong side this morning?
Oh, damn it, Iris.
I tried to communicate a sense of
responsibility, a sense of pride in the law.
And all those little snots could see were dollar signs.
Well, I'd be most grateful if you didn't vent.
Your fiscal outrage on me, thank you.
Hi.
The judge is Coleman.
He's an administrative lawyer.
Miss Kelsey, could I see you for a moment
in Mr. Cheney's office, please?
What's up, Stuart?
Please.
Thanks, Ellen.
If you don't give me a wet one right now,
I'm going to be forced to use force.
Oh, my gosh.
Stuart.
Hmm?
Okay, Mr. Dole.
So, I would argue, Your Honor,
this case should be dismissed,
there being no probable cause for the police
to stop and question my client in the first place.
Defendant was walking naked down Hollywood
Boulevard, Your Honor.
Freedom of expression, Your Honor.
First Amendment, backbone of the personal
freedoms our Constitution holds so dear.
Counsel is under the misapprehension it's his client's
backbone that's the particular bone of contention here.
For being sufficient and probable cause to believe a
crime has been committed, defendant will be held to answer.
Trial set in department 137, November the 3rd at 9 A.M.
Released O.R.
See that he keeps his pants on until that
time, Mr. Pomerantz.
Hi.
Don't they give you enough work to do, Mr. Kuzak?
As a matter of fact, I'm unexpectedly free.
Would you carry it so much?
You don't take no for an answer.
Well, strictly speaking, you haven't said no.
No.
And frankly, you are pestering me beyond
the limits of good taste.
I plead guilty to one count with time off
for good behavior.
Ah, but the court has yet to see evidence
of this good behavior, Mr. Kuzak.
If I have gone too far, I apologize.
I accept.
Actually, I just wanted you to know that
this is not some
um, high school crush.
I'm flattered.
Thank you.
But I'd feel better if you gave me your assurance
that from now on, you will leave me alone.
You got it.
Absolutely.
Thank you.
I, uh, hope you'll be happy with what's-his-name.
Oh.
Thank you, Mickey.
Mr. Mckenzie!
Jeffrey Sullivan, sir.
I apologize for trying to see you without an appointment.
I tried to get a few minutes with you
after your talk, but you left in such a hurry, I.
I didn't get a chance.
Well, I'm rather pressed for time, Mr. Sullivan.
If this is an application for a job, you
may leave your resume with my secretary.
No, I'm not here about a job, and I don't
want to take up much of your time, either.
I, uh
I just wanted to tell you how much I
appreciated what you had to say to us yesterday.
I just wanted you to know that not
everybody in law school just cares about money.
I mean
If defending the ruling class interest is what
it's all about, I don't think I want to be a part of it.
I mean, if being a good lawyer
necessitates having to competently argue
either side of the same case, how do you
do a good job and still hold on to your values?
I don't eat.
I got no pep for the business.
The doctors put me on sedatives.
Divorce is a dislocation, Mr. Lewis.
Like an injury, it takes time.
Time to heal.
You don't understand.
Without her, I can't get up in the morning.
I want to cancel the settlement meeting.
Let me give you a couple of reasons why
that's not a good idea.
I had one of our private detectives do a
check on your wife's boyfriend.
His rap sheet.
We also found this, a pawn ticket for a
piece of your wife's jewelry.
She pawned the gold Rolex with the diamonds?
You know what I paid for that?
They're paying the hotel expenses on your
credit card, their room service.
She's infatuated.
It'll burn itself out.
Human nature is a pretty tricky piece of machinery.
See, you think if you treat her like a
Princess, you hand over the cookie jar,
she'll be devoted to you.
But she's like a child.
She wants you to set limits.
I don't know anything about that.
All I know is I want my wife back.
And I want you to have her back.
Look, you're older and you're wiser than I am,
Mr. Lewis, but in this one area, I do know my stuff.
But you're gonna have to shut down the gravy train.
Otherwise, she's got your money, she's got the guy.
There's nothing to motivate her.
So how do we do that?
Well, uh, briefly, Irving, the reason we
settled with the IRS was to characterize
those monies you place in service of your
wife's holding corporation as personal loans.
Bottom line, and depending on which set of
figures they go with, if she insists on
divorcing you, either you won't owe her
anything, or you won't owe her anything.
Or she's going to owe you nearly a million bucks.
This is legal?
Absolutely.
You just paid $1.8 million to assure it.
Scoundrels.
This will get us back together?
Believe me, Mr. Lewis, we know what we're doing.
Tomorrow, day after, 2 O'clock.
Now I feel better.
Yes, I'll give you a message.
Oh, Iris, Mr. Sullivan will be joining us as a clerk.
He'll be working here afternoons after school.
How nice.
He'll need paper, pens, supplies, and a telephone.
Anything at all you need, Iris will be happy to assist you.
That'll be great.
And after observing the dead body of Billy
Simmons, age 18, did you have occasion to
arrest his sister, Tracy Simmons, for the murder?
Yes, I did.
And then what happened?
I read the defendant her constitutional
rights, at which time she waived her
rights and told me she wanted to talk to
me without a lawyer.
And did she make a statement?
She said she killed her brother with her father's gun.
Thank you.
No further questions.
Cross.
Thank you.
Officer Castellano, did Tracy tell you why
she killed her brother?
Something about having an argument with him.
Did she mention his trying to rape her?
She said a lot of things, kind of rambling on.
It was hard to understand her.
Isn't it true, officer, that she said that when her
brother tried to assault her, she shot him in self-defense?
No.
Not in those words.
But that was the gist of it, wasn't it?
Yes.
Thank you.
No further questions.
People rest.
Mr. Sifuentes, any defense?
Yes, I'd like to call Tracy Simmons to the stand.
And who was home that night, Tracy?
My mom and dad were out, and my baby sister was asleep.
Where was your brother?
He was out.
What time did he come home?
11, 11.30.
Then what happened?
He, um, he came after me.
How exactly?
He, um, pushed me down on the couch.
Then he, um, pulled the zipper on my pants.
What did you do?
I tried to get him off of me.
I told him I wasn't gonna let him do it to me anymore.
Then this had happened before?
Yes.
I know this is painful, Tracy, but could
you tell the judge the first time it happened?
Um, about about two years ago.
He came into my room and he put a pillow
over my face to shut me up.
And he did it to me.
Did what exactly, Tracy?
Had, um, had sex on, of course.
Did it ever happen again?
Yes.
How often?
At least once a week, until I decided no more.
And what happened the night you decided to say no?
He started hitting me around.
Then he, um, he got on top of me.
He yanked me by my hair and told me if I
didn't let him do it to me, he'd beat me up real bad.
What did you do then?
I, um, I socked him as hard as I could in
between the legs, and I tried to get away.
He was real mad, saying what he was gonna do to me.
I ran to the closet, and I got my daddy's gun down.
I told him to get out, and I told him no more.
But he kept coming at me.
So I, um, I shot at him.
And I kept shooting until he stopped coming at me.
Thank you, Tracy.
No further questions at this time.
Cross.
Tracy, did you ever tell anyone about what
your brother was doing?
No.
You say that you and your brother had sex
at least once a week for two years,
and you never told anyone.
No.
Well, why not?
Was it because you liked what he was doing?
Objection.
Withdraw the question.
Did you not bring it up because it never really happened?
I tried to tell my mother, but she didn't believe me.
When did you tell your mother that your
brother was having sex with you?
I never exactly told her that.
Well, I thought you just said that you did.
No, I said I tried.
Did you tell your mother about your brother?
Yes or no?
No.
Well, I'm confused, Tracy.
See, first you said yes, now you say no.
Were you lying then, or are you lying now?
Objection.
The question has been asked and answered.
The D.A.
is badgering the witness.
Sustained.
I have no further questions, Your Honor.
Defense rests, Your Honor.
All right.
Kendall, what the hell were you trying to do in there?
In there?
My job.
Bullying a little girl who's been raped and brutalized
by her 18-year-old brother goes beyond the job profile.
Mr. Sifuentes, you're so intent on winning
your case, you're not even thinking about
what's truly in your client's best interest.
It's not juvenile hall.
Well, it beats the alternative.
The alternative is a reasonably stable home environment.
Eighteen-year-old boys who rape their little
sisters don't usually learn their moves in a vacuum.
Now, you send that little girl home, and a
month's salary says she's only killed half the problem.
Bringing us to Farmer vs.
Continental Systems Technology.
That's our leverage buyout situation.
Miss Kelsey, you had a chance to dip into
those interrogatories I left out for you.
Douglas, you just dumped 15 tons of
documents on my desk a half an hour ago.
Should she deign to honor us with her
presence at some point?
Dragoon, Miss Perkins, that's what she was hired for.
What's State versus Simmons?
That's mine.
13-year-old girl who'd been molested by
her brother killed him.
Pro bono?
What's the problem, Doug?
You worried it's gonna interfere with the
green card that I'm getting for your housekeeper?
Sleazy, tabloid, low-rent pro bono cases
may stimulate your viscera.
But let us not lose sight of your
commitment to generating billable hours.
Now that's enough.
I'm sick and tired of this obsession with fees.
If Mr. Sifuentes or any other attorney in
this firm sees fit to offer his or her
services and time for the public good,
that's good enough for me.
Now move along.
Before we adjourn, may I point out that
this firm's consumption of 8x14 yellow
legal pads has increased over the last six months by a factor
of 37%, whereas our work output has increased a mere 8%.
The most benign interpretation of this disparity
is that some or all of us are wasting paper.
The most malignant is that you're taking them home.
At $1.19 a unit, might I suggest,
at the very least, that you use both.
Sides.
We stand adjourned.
Hi.
It's almost 12.30.
I'm sorry.
I was going crazy waiting for Angela Cipriano to
call me back, so I tracked her down at her office.
Why didn't you just let her do her job?
I just needed to check, okay?
I'm sorry.
Douglas has given us the farmer buyout.
I've divided it up by year.
Start on 83-84.
I'm gonna want them back tomorrow morning.
All of them?
I can't do it alone.
Ann, I'm going through a very tough time.
I understand.
If you need a week off, two weeks, say so.
But don't tell me you'll be here to do the
job and then not do it.
Why are you being this way?
Because I have to be able to count on you.
You didn't show up yesterday.
You missed an important meeting with
Farmer and you leave me holding the bag.
You don't have children.
And you don't know what I'm going through.
You think you can drown out your problems
by working all the time.
We are not talking about me.
I am paralyzed.
It takes all my strength just to get out
of bed in the morning.
It would be easier if you were dead.
At least then I would know and I could get on with it.
Abby, you can either let this thing
destroy your life or inform it.
The reality is you may get Eric back tomorrow.
You may not find him for six months.
Or you may never see him again.
I can't think in those terms.
You don't have any choice, Abby.
You just don't have any choice.
When do you want these by?
Tomorrow, first thing.
I'll have them for you tonight, by the time I meet.
Hi.
Hi.
Can you give me a minute with you, okay?
How are you, Tracy?
Nervous?
A little.
It's gonna be fine.
Let me ask you something, Tracy, about your father.
Did he try to have sex with you?
If he did, Tracy, I can help you.
But you gotta trust me.
What would happen to him?
Well, we could get him out of the house.
We're finally going to get a verdict today?
On the facts presented, I found the
testimony of the minor child to be
credible, and along with physical evidence of
struggle, I find that she acted in self-defense.
Accordingly, the petition will not be sustained.
Young lady, you may go home.
Your Honor, a return to the home at this
time could be highly destructive.
Studies have shown Counselor,
unfortunately, I cannot decide a case on
the basis of studies, probabilities, and maybes.
I would encourage you to file a petition
at which time a determination can be made.
Call the next case.
Well, you won the battle.
Stay tuned for the war.
Mr. Simmons, can I talk to you for a second?
What about?
Come into my office.
It's gonna be about money.
It's about you and your daughter.
Let me tell you something about my daughter, okay?
She lies.
She makes up stories.
No, Mr. Simmons, I'll tell you something.
If what I think is true, and I'm pretty
sure it is, I'm not gonna turn my back on it.
Listen, Mr. Simmons, I'm not gonna turn my back on it.
Nobody interferes with how I raise my family.
Nobody!
Now I'm walking out this door and I'm
taking her home where she belongs.
You got a problem with that, you're gonna
live in the freaking Soviet Union.
Because you got no right threatening
people and breaking up their families.
We straight on that?
Mr.
Kuzak?
Kevin Crenshaw.
Hi.
I'm sorry I'm late.
No problem.
I appreciate your making time for me on such short notice.
I can't tell you how pleased I am.
That the Trial Lawyers Association wants to
give Grace Van Owen a favorable evaluation.
We've had our eye on her for some time now.
I brought you some additional information on the candidate.
I can keep these?
Please.
You know, I think I remember hearing your name
first in connection with Skelly's campaign for the Senate.
I was very impressed with what you did there.
Imagine how impressed you'd have been if he'd won.
Well, win or lose.
Your campaigns almost always take the high road.
Frankly, I was surprised to hear your name
in connection with a local judicial election.
I have a personal involvement with the candidate.
We're getting married in three weeks.
Congratulations.
The truth is, marriage aside, I wouldn't have taken
this on if I didn't feel that she's uniquely qualified.
Sorry, I'm late.
Speak of the devil, the candidate.
Grace?
You're not going to believe that I didn't
set this up, but I didn't.
Excuse me.
Kevin.
Meet Michael Kuzak.
He's with the Trial Lawyers Association.
What a genuine pleasure it is to meet you, Ms. Van Owen.
I am a great admirer of yours.
Mr. Kuzak?
Can you join us?
I really can't.
No, just for a minute.
Uh, what's this about?
Anyway.
You.
The Trial Lawyers Association's giving you
a favorable evaluation.
Is that so?
Well, your casework is exemplary.
You have one of the best conviction rates
in the DA's office, and you're given high
marks by your fellow attorneys on both sides of the aisle.
That's lovely.
You have really put your finger on this woman.
Thank you.
I love eating my lunch at 4 O'clock.
Try thinking of it as an early dinner.
I'm gonna get a soda.
Want one?
I, uh, just want to make sure we're still on for tonight.
I've still got so much to get through here.
Maybe tonight's a bad idea.
Well, uh, come to my house.
You can come right from the office, and I'll, uh
I'll, uh, I'll cook something up.
I don't even know where you live.
Well, I'm going to tell you.
Here.
Got a little house in Brentwood.
Are you sure?
I mean, I may be a while.
No, you'll get there when you get there.
Okay?
Assuming we're agreed on formula,
my client is prepared to accept a lump sum
settlement of $7.35 million, plus alimony
of $40,000 a month for a period of three
years, half the number of the years of the marriage.
What is this?
Corporate records prepared by Nat
Oppenheim, an accountant hired by the
Lewises to oversee a personal holding
company known as Denitra Loves Irv Incorporated.
Irving handled all that.
Nevertheless, those are your signatures on
those documents, are they not?
Yes, so?
Directing your attention to the column on the
right, you'll notice in the years 1980 to 1986, Mr.
Lewis deposited nearly $8.1 million into that corporation,
effectively financed it.
He's financing every aspect of his wife's career.
A business investment?
No, sir.
Loans personally guaranteed by Mrs. Lewis,
due and payable upon dissolution of this marriage.
Additionally, you'll see there a copy of
Mr. Lewis's recent settlement with the IRS.
Really, you can't expect to ride roughshod
over us with this flimsy bookkeeping trick.
In any event, these are all community obligations.
I strongly disagree, as does our tax department.
The way we see it, Mrs. Lewis owes Mr.
Lewis close to a million dollars.
Well, we're wasting our time here.
We'll see you in court.
No!
Atta girl!
The hell with the lawyers.
You come back, we'll take a nice cruise.
I'd rather kill myself.
How do I deserve this after all I did for you?
I gave you everything!
You bought me everything.
The house, the car, the jewelry.
I couldn't go anywhere, I couldn't do anything.
You had television cameras installed in every
room of our house so you could keep an eye on me.
That was for security.
That was to keep me prisoner.
I'll take him down.
Denitra, give me another chance.
I can change.
The only person who can change is me, and I'm doing it.
So that's it, huh?
You and the pretty boy, you're going to
run off into the sunset together.
That's history.
I kicked him out.
All he wanted from me was money, and all I wanted
from him was an excuse to get out of a lousy marriage.
Oh, some lousy marriage.
I gave her millions to make her happy.
She treats me like dog poo.
Will someone please explain to me why I still want her?
Please don't do this.
Do this to yourself.
I don't want you.
But you'll take another $7.35 million and
$40,000 a month, huh?
I don't want you or your money.
Hold on here.
So be it.
She gets nothing.
Fine.
Drop any kind of paper you want, and I'll sign it.
I strongly advise against this.
You don't know what you're giving up here.
I know what I'm giving up.
You don't know what I'm getting.
Don't worry.
Everything's going to be just fine.
Sure.
If I'm lucky, I'll get a disease and die.
Where's Michael Kuzak's office?
Thank you.
Uh, excuse me.
You're excused.
Grace.
I have one question.
What were you trying to prove?
That you could get back at me by trying to
humiliate a decent good man?
Well, I had no idea you were going to be
there, and I wasn't trying to humiliate anyone.
I just wanted to meet my competition.
There is.
There is no competition.
And for your information, you haven't put
your finger on me.
And you will never put your finger on me.
And you can keep your damn fingers to yourself.
It was a metaphorical finger.
It was a metaphorical finger, my butt.
What I ought to do is go into your senior
partner's office and seek a formal admonishment.
And if I have any more trouble from you,
I will do exactly that.
Is that clear?
Entirely.
Fine.
Thank you.
Go to hell, Victor.
Girl trouble?
Anything you want to talk about?
I hear you won your pro bono case.
Yeah.
Look, let me ask you something.
You ever had one of these cases when you
were at the DA's office?
More than I care to remember.
Hmm.
This one time, couldn't make the case against the father.
The daughter who was being molested wouldn't cooperate.
The wife was useless.
So since she was 16, we had her declared homeless.
She was an emancipated minor.
My kid's too young.
So we got her out of the house.
Then the father moves in on the younger
sister, who, six months later,
tries to commit suicide.
Nice, huh?
How old was the sister?
Believe it?
This is your little house?
Yeah, well, you know, it's not a lot of rooms, really.
Yeah.
It's stunning.
It's like something out of House and Garden.
Yeah.
Excuse me.
My clams are opening.
Yeah.
I hope you brought your appetite.
Stuart, this is amazing.
Are you a bank robber on the side?
Well, I have a confession to make.
I'm rich.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, my grandfather was rich,
and then my father, he was rich.
And then I didn't hurt myself in the real
estate boom, you know?
And a little parsley.
And we're eating.
You want to grab the cheese?
To us.
I thought I knew you.
It's like all this time you had a secret life.
It's no secret.
I just never had anybody I wanted to share it with.
Ann, perhaps I'm being a little forward,
but would you consider moving in with me?
Can I just visit for now?
Sure.
Would you like to see my shower?
Actually, you know what I would really love to do?
Do you dance, Stuart?
You want to dance with me?
I'm urging you to file charges, Mrs. Simmons.
That's crazy.
My husband's not a criminal.
Your husband is sick.
He's destroying your children, and you're letting him.
Now, please, I want to help you,
but I can't unless you file charges.
I can't do that.
I just can't.
There's no one else who can do it.
Tracy could.
Who is the wife in this family, you or your daughter?
Now, you've lost one child by turning your
back on the truth.
How many more are you willing to sacrifice?
How can you live with yourself normally?
You're saying that this man puts his hands
on your children.
He forces them into adult sex acts.
Please, please, just leave.
He molested your daughter.
I wouldn't be surprised if he did the same
thing to your son.
What is to stop him from turning on your youngest?
Quiet, my phone number's on the back.
I'm begging you.
Call me.
You miscited State versus Vogel.
Really?
We use state court citations, not the Pacific Reporter.
You wouldn't happen to know that offhand, would you?
Why don't you look it up yourself, Mr. Sullivan?
Right.
How's our young man?
Careless.
Is there a problem?
I'm not an Eskimo, Leland.
Excuse me?
You can't just loan me out to strangers.
Shall we discuss this inside?
I did some checking in the files.
Mr. Sullivan's singularly undistinguished
resume has been in our file for months,
along with dozens of other far more qualified
applicants who can't get through the door.
Place it.
He's conned you.
If so, we'll know soon enough.
I know it now.
What has set you off like this?
I have been sitting out there taking
orders from this impertinent squirt.
One more lawyer I have to break in.
One more kid with a blazing future who
doesn't know half the law I know,
and I begin to see I've spent the better
part of my entire adult life devoted to
furthering your aims and your career at
the expense of my own.
Do you feel that you deserve more money, or?
I deserve your attention.
I deserve answers to questions.
I deserve not to be made to feel like some
functionary, like a stick of furniture.
Maybe I don't have the right to your
passion any longer, but I insist on your respect.
You have it.
And my gratitude.
But
I think you'd be well advised to start
living your own life, not mine.
Maybe if you'd given me this little speech 15 years
ago, I would have been able to do something about it.
If you're unhappy with your life and you're
unwilling to change it, that's your fault, not mine.
Always the consummate lawyer, aren't you, Leland?
Always twisting facts so they come out your way.
What do you advise me to do?
Join a circus?
Go to law school?
Why not?
Because it's late.
I'm not a kid.
Besides, you couldn't survive without me.
Go to night school.
It's that easy?
No.
Blaming others for your frustration is easy.
Doing something about it, it's hard.
Mr. Hardball, huh?
Mr. Trust me, Mr. Know-it-all, you destroyed my marriage.
I did what I thought was in your best interest.
If that's your best, you're incompetent to practice law.
I'm firing the whole bunch of you.
And I'm not gonna sign this agreement.
I'm gonna make sure she doesn't either.
She already has.
What?
Mr. Lewis, couples don't break up because of lawyers.
And they don't get back together because of lawyers.
Stop with the psychology.
I listened to you.
I lost a Princess.
All right.
I had occasion today to see Denitra to get her signature.
Your Princess is hustling her cakes at a
strip joint off Western Avenue.
I ought to knock you down for that, Sonny.
You got your car here?
Yes.
Come on.
Let's go for a ride.
Yeah.
OK, I'm coming.
I want to do the right thing.
Come on in.
We'll make a few calls.
It's going to be all right.
It's what I told you to get go, honey.
No boyfriend, no trouble.
I know, Jerry.
If I make an exception for you,
then I got to make it for everybody.
OK, sweetheart?
OK.
Why did you come here?
Because I love you.
I don't want you to love me anymore.
I need to make it on my own.
This is making it?
Letting guys grope you?
Touch you?
It's my life.
It doesn't affect you.
OK, so you made your point.
Stop torturing me and come home.
I can change.
I swear I'll try.
I know you will, Irv.
And maybe even for two or three weeks,
you'll do a pretty good job.
But you're 66 years old.
You're too old to learn new tricks.
I need to find out who I am.
And I can't do it living in your fantasy world.
Beatrice, I can't live without you.
You're going to have to.
I love you, Irving.
I probably always will.
Please believe that.
I can't live with you anymore.
What are you doing?
What does it look like, huh?
Here.
Take it.
Irving, this is half a million dollars.
It's all right.
Take it.
You're still trying to buy me.
Haven't you heard a thing I said?
Now, you listen, kiddo.
You think it's brave to be on your own, huh?
Parading naked for garbage.
It's not brave.
It's stupid.
It's foolish.
You want to be somebody, go to college.
Irving, no more gifts.
It's not a gift.
You've earned it for six wonderful years of marriage.
All right.
Thank you.
You're a good girl.
Don't you think you're taking this pride
thing a little bit too far?
I never had a chance to be proud.
I kind of like it.
You know, it's a lot tougher out there than you realize.
Except for my marriage.
I've worked every day of my life since I was 14 years old.
Got a lot of guts.
Look out for him, okay?
Yeah.
Hello.
Hi.
Uh, I know it's late, but, uh, I couldn't sleep.
Come on in.
No, no, I can't.
I just wanted
I wanted to apologize for the other day.
Here's the mess.
I
I acted, uh, immaturely.
Well, I guess I did, too.
Well, whatever our differences may have
been, uh, we're gonna cross paths socially
and professionally, and I just don't want
this to be a source of ongoing embarrassment.
Well
Where do I?
Truce.
No, don't.
Please.
I have to go.
There's the door.
Stop.
You stop.
I have to go.
Stay.
I can't.
Stay.
If I stay, I might never leave.