L.A. Law (1986) s01e19 Episode Script

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Previously on L.A.
Law.
If I'm so invaluable to you, then compensate me for it.
Not this again.
Either I get my raise or I'm gone.
Cost of living from the firm, the rest can
be out of my own pocket.
Dr. Rothberg called in dead.
Passed away six months ago.
I'm taking over for him.
Open.
I'm a very passionate woman, Victor.
When I give, I like to give all of myself.
What are you doing?
I think I missed a piece of crystal.
Open up.
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
Jocelyn, really, it's okay.
It's okay.
I'm going to see Julia.
We, the jury, sentence the defendant to death.
Grace, you god!
Lady, you damn beast!
Damn beast!
I'm putting two uniforms on you.
They'll walk you to and from your car,
and they'll park outside your place at night.
That's not enough.
The man's in custody, Michael.
Well, his gang friends aren't.
Grace, let me ask you something.
You got a gun?
I have never even fired a gun.
I'm ready.
Good.
Then we can get started.
This is the Stallone.
For sexual appeal with staying power that
you don't have to worry about growing out
of or looking ridiculous in, this is the Neplus Ultra.
Aren't people going to know?
Oh, it's a wig?
Never.
Look, it's always going to be a shock.
That's because you still think of yourself as being bald.
You see, the first thing to do is stop
thinking of yourself as bald.
That might be a little hard.
I started losing my hair when I was 19.
Hair replacement is a change of life, Mr. Brackman.
Some men are ready for it, and some men are not.
That was a little extreme.
Maybe something more subtle.
If it's subtlety you're after, try this.
We call it the chairman of the board.
Oh, we can match your hair color exactly.
I just don't want to get laughed at.
It is the bald man who gets laughed at.
How's Grace doing, Michael?
Well, there wasn't any bone damage.
The doctor says the scar will be really small.
How's she feeling?
She feels okay, I guess.
Where is Douglas?
I want to get this meeting started.
I saw him earlier this morning.
Well, I've got a full schedule today.
Well, I'll see what's keeping him.
Should we get started?
Schachter versus Schachter.
Our guy's not a fighter.
Right now, it looks like he wants to fold
to a much weaker hand.
Well, that's too bad.
Can't you do something to get his blood going a little?
I may have just the thing.
People versus Hirsch.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Well, this is a dead-bang loser if ever I saw one.
Police with airtight warrants find six sky-high
marijuana plants growing in Israel Hirsch's backyard.
Now, the guy's 80 years old.
Now, I could plead him out on a
misdemeanor possession in a minute,
but this guy wants to go to trial.
Victor, I'm afraid our hands are tied on this one.
Israel Hirsch's son is our client,
Jacob Hirsch, Hirsch Builders.
One of the largest real estate developers in L.A.
Yeah, well, Hirsch Elder likes to smoke reefer, and he wants
a jury trial so that he can explain all the reasons why.
Well, the chances are that even if you
lose, the old man won't do any time.
Fine, you can be the one to tell Hirsch
the younger if you're wrong.
Stenheiser versus Wooten.
Um, Dr. Wooten still wants to settle,
but the insurance carrier says no,
and I can't say that I blame them,
considering how well the trial is going.
Becoming one of Golden State Casualty's
gunslingers is an enviable position to be in, Ann.
Mucho future business.
Let's keep them happy.
If that's it, we have a busy day today.
That's it.
Douglas, I have to talk to you.
You've got to give it longer than this
before you decide it isn't working.
Before I decide what isn't working.
Your marriage.
It's only been two months since you and
Sheila reconciled, things are a little bit
delicate for you to be playing around on the side.
I'm not playing around on the side.
Douglas, come on, everyone knows that when a
guy gets a rug, he's got a tootsie waiting in the wings.
I hate to go against popular wisdom, Arnie, but I
assure you, there's no tootsie and there's no wings.
Seriously?
Yes, seriously.
Seriously.
So why the landscaping?
I'll tell you why.
I was standing in a video rental store in
Westwood the other night, looking at the
titles, when I overheard the
clerk direct a customer to where
I was standing by saying, go
over there by the old bald guy.
Oh, God.
The old bald guy?
I'm 41 years old, Arnie.
Pete Rose broke Ty Cobb's record when he
was older than I am.
George Blanda played professional football
for seven years beyond the age I am now.
Being bald is like wearing bifocals.
You always look like somebody's uncle.
Boy, that must be real hard on you.
Give it another few years, I guarantee
it'll be every bit as hard on you.
What are you talking about?
Your hairline.
It's only headed in one direction, and that's back.
My hair has always been thin.
I'm not talking about thin, Arnie.
I'm talking about bald, skinhead, chrome dome.
Take a look, because that's what you have
to look forward to.
What are you now, 36, 37?
I had some hair then, too.
Enough to play with, at least.
First of all, I have a lot of time before this goes.
You see this?
This is core hair.
It is resistant to thinning.
Second of all, by the time it does go,
assuming that it does, they're gonna have a cure.
From what I've read, they're very,
very close to a breakthrough, and now,
forget it, Arnie.
When it goes, it's gone.
It's true, isn't it?
It's true.
Believe me, it's true.
Well, here's the best I can hope for.
Because by then, I'll be married.
Got a minute?
Sure.
Come on in.
Shaky?
No, not particularly.
No?
Then you're made of much sterner stuff than me.
How is that?
Well, if I'd been through what you did, I
would take a little while to recover, that's all.
Being grazed by a bullet isn't a whole lot to recover from.
Passing that close to death is, though.
Guess what?
We pass that close to death every day of our lives.
You take the freeway into work, Bruce,
ride in elevators, live near a fault line?
All right.
If you're fine, you're fine.
I'm fine.
I just want you to know, if you want to
take some time off, you can.
A vacation?
Oh, no, no, no, no.
I'd rather tend to the duties of the office, thank you.
Your choice.
The only time I will need off is to testify
at Kevin Rowland's juvenile court hearing.
I know.
I'm going down there with you.
Now, that's really not necessary.
If it's all the same to you, I think I'll go anyway.
The prosecution has seen fit to ridicule
and belittle Mr. Hersh's claim that his
personal philosophy, combining elements of
Rastafarianism, and Hasidic Judaism,
require the smoking of marijuana.
I'll concede that he is by no means your
run-of-the-mill Beverly Hills homeowner.
I'll even concede that he is an eccentric who likes to
sit by the pool, reading scriptures, and smoking pot.
But is his behavior so threatening to us
that we have to put him in jail?
That strikes me as being more than
extreme, more than inappropriate.
It strikes me as being more than inappropriate.
It strikes me as a betrayal of one of the
principles on which this country was
founded, which affords to each of us the
fundamental right to be left alone.
Now, the prosecution will ask you that you
look to the law, and this you must do.
But I ask of you that you look to your hearts as well.
Thank you.
Will you describe for us what happened to
you on the afternoon of February the 10th?
I was walking down the corridor.
On the fourth floor of the criminal courts
building, when an individual fired at me
with a handgun, striking me in the right arm.
Can you tell us if you see that individual in this room?
I can.
He's seated right over there.
Had you ever seen him prior to the day of the shooting?
I saw him at the Walter Buckner trial, in
which I was the prosecuting attorney, yes.
I have no further questions, Your Honor.
Thank you, Ms. Van Owen.
You may step down.
Thank you.
Mr. Norman, may I have your closing remarks, please?
Your Honor, Kevin Rollins might be a bad
boy, but he's still a boy.
He never intended to murder Ms. Van Owen.
He wanted to frighten her.
He winged her in the arm.
She looks none the worse for it.
And I think now we have to look at his
action for what it was, a rite of passage.
Oh, please.
I'm only suggesting that whatever action
is taken, not be unduly harsh.
After all, the role of juvenile court is
correct, if not penal, despite Mr.
Kendall's insistence on venting some
personal sense of rage.
Your Honor, if I am taking all of this
personally, it is because there is a
hallway full of Rollins brothers out there
that forces me to.
Kevin Rollins obtained a gun,
loaded it with ammunition, stalked Ms.
Van Owen, and shot at her point blank.
Now, what was his intent, if not to commit murder?
If not to have her life extinguished right then and there?
A few inches more is all it would have
taken, and the sheet that covered her as
she was taken from that courthouse would
have been all the way up over her eyes.
Now, if this was a rite of passage,
what was it a passage to?
A more effective weapon?
Truer aim?
Mr. Norman has asked that the sentence not
be unduly harsh, but the reality of
juvenile sentencing is that regardless of what
this court does, Kevin Rollins will walk in two years.
Now, I think we owe Grace Van Owen a lot
better than that because a miracle
prevented his bullet from piercing her heart.
She did not die on that marble floor,
and I hope that same miracle doesn't serve
to Grant Rollins the impunity that lets him try again.
All right, gentlemen, I'm prepared to issue my findings.
Based on the evidence presented here,
I find Kevin Rollins to have committed the
acts charged in the petition namely
assault with intent to murder and carrying
a concealed weapon without a permit I find
Mr. Rollins to be a ward of this court.
Pending the probation department report
further hearings on the disposition is set for Friday.
Inhale and sweep your arms out and up
exhale as the palms come together I know
it's early people but our bodies are ready
to inhale and list and slowly extend your
torso over your left leg reach use your
stomach muscles now relax let the weight
of your body open up your torso now slowly turn onto
your left side take your right arm let it reach way over.
Okay now slowly turn place your chest back
onto your thigh and relax and breathe now
put your palms on either side of your leg
and slowly lift your body up how's.
The ankle a little sore and the ego hey
it's Shannon remember me I tried to do
something about my predicament, and
all I've managed is to humiliate myself.
What exactly is your predicament?
Being bald, getting older.
Let's face it, it's not an encouraging picture.
Well, short of dying, there's not much you
can do about getting older.
As for being bald, I don't see why you
have to do anything at all.
Take a good look at me, Shannon.
Am I the sort of man women would be attracted to?
I think I've proved that already, haven't I?
You did, didn't you?
Looks have never been what's most important to me, Douglas.
I see people's bodies every day.
Tall, short, skinny, fat, blonde, dark Bald.
Bald.
I'm a whole lot more interested in the way
a person is inside than outside.
And believe me, your outsides aren't bad.
Would you ever consider the possibility of
entering into another liaison?
Sorry.
You're more involved with your wife than you think you are.
And I'm involved with someone else now.
Seriously involved?
We'll see.
He's a really sweet guy.
We have a lot of fun together, and I'm happy.
Well, I'm glad.
Oh, here he is now.
Douglas.
I'd like you to meet Axel.
Leon, first, and it pains me to do this,
I have to confirm your worst fears.
Your wife is having an affair.
A private investigator brought back photographs.
May I see them?
I don't think that you really want to.
I feel I at least have to look at them.
It's Richard.
You know the guy?
He's the cabinetmaker who did the work on our kitchen.
I really like him, too.
It's funny.
Do you suspect that the two of them have
been tapping into any funds?
No.
Richard's not a money guy.
He's an artist.
You should see the cabinet work he did in our kitchen.
Leaving him out of it, then, at least
we're agreed that Nancy's a little bit
less than the most worthy object of your largesse.
Arnie, all I wanted to be was fair with
her before I saw the pictures.
Having seen them hasn't really changed that.
Leon, what you have been proposing isn't being fair.
It's being a chump.
Your holdings in the Gerhardt Fund were
yours before you ever married,
and there's no reason on God's green earth
they should be hers.
She's abandoned you any more than the house should.
Well, she really hasn't abandoned me.
She betrayed you.
She cuckolded you.
Leon, take a look at where those photographs were taken.
She didn't even have the decency to sneak
off and go to a motel.
They were taken right in your home,
the home you provided her with,
the home she's tried to snag for her very own.
I probably have to bear some of the blame in all this.
Why?
I may not have been as attentive as I
could have been to some of her needs.
I think the demands of making a living
tended to crowd other things out.
It's all kind of ironic, though,
since the main reason I had for selling
the business was because I wanted to spend
more time with Nancy.
With all due respect, Leon, I don't think
she was exactly starved for companionship.
There was obviously something I wasn't giving her.
Leon, you don't owe her your own impoverishment.
She is not entitled to be rewarded for her
faithlessness with riches.
I really don't want to get into it.
Things can really get out of hand if you let them.
Now, I'd rather we settle this whole
business as quietly as possible.
I'll live with it easier than I will.
Can I stamp your parking ticket, Mr. Schachter?
Oh, thank you.
I appreciate it.
It's all right.
I guess Arnie's annoyed at me.
Arnie just likes to get the best possible
results for a client, that's all.
I know I should be mad at her.
I just feel like I'm better off putting it all behind me.
I, uh
I know this is none of my business.
And please, tell me to butt out if you want me to.
But I think sometimes it's dangerous not to get angry.
I don't want to sound like I've got it all
figured out or anything.
But if you think you've been wronged, you have to speak up.
You have to do something to set things right.
What about forgive and forget?
You can't forgive someone whom you've never blamed.
I don't say Nancy's right for what she did.
I'm not telling you what you should feel.
If what your wife's done doesn't make you
mad, that's all right.
Your people react to things differently.
All I'm saying is that if it does,
you shouldn't be afraid to express it.
I hope I'm not out of line, but would you
consider having dinner with me tonight?
All rise.
Be seated.
Has the jury reached a verdict?
We have, your honor.
We find the defendant, Israel Hirsch, guilty.
So say you all.
So say us all.
The defendant's bail is continued.
Sentencing is set for March 5th.
Well, I tell you, Mr. Hirsch, it was a tough case to win.
The poet is a prince of the clouds, haunting
the tempest and laughing at the Archer.
Exiled on earth among the shouting people.
Counselor, in my father's house are many mansions.
Mr.
Sifuentes, may I speak to you a moment?
Sure.
I'm sorry about the verdict.
Oh, well, it was your call.
Well, after the judge's instructions,
we just felt we didn't have any choice.
But it sounds like the judge isn't going
to give him any time, though.
Well, we'll see.
Look, I don't know exactly how to say
this, but you made what could have been a
dull couple of days really very interesting.
You made me think of things I wouldn't
have thought of otherwise.
And I just want to tell you, it's appreciated.
Well, thank you.
Thank you very much.
I've always been fascinated by lawyers.
I think it's watching the way they stake out a
courtroom or watching them cross-examine a witness.
Oh, it looks more glamorous than it actually is.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Um, look, I don't suppose that since the
random chance of jury duty, has sort of
thrown us together, um, would you perhaps
consider having a bite of lunch together?
Would you?
Yeah, yeah, I'd consider that.
Good.
I want you to know I'm not in the habit of asking men out.
I wouldn't imagine that you would have to.
Thank you.
That's really very nice.
So, what made you do it this time?
I guess it was watching you work.
Sometimes I think I'd like to go to law school myself.
Really?
You think you'd want to be a lawyer?
Oh, I don't know.
The way you cross-examine that police
officer, boring in again and again until
you expose them, and then going in for the kill.
I can tell you really enjoy your work.
Yeah, I do.
I really do.
Most of the time, anyway.
Well, I think that's important.
I like being around people who enjoy their work.
Let me ask you something.
How would you feel about going out sometime?
As in date?
I think I'd like that, Victor.
I've read the report on Kevin Rollins from the probation
department, and it presents far from a pretty picture.
An arrest record that you would expect
from a career criminal, twice Kevin's age.
Illegal possession of firearms, armed robbery.
He's been expelled from school for
assaulting a teacher with a studded belt.
Home life is certainly not encouraging.
Father abandoned mother, mother on methadone maintenance.
Kevin, do you have anything to say?
I got nothing to say to you.
You realize that I'm about to send you away.
So what?
My voice is everywhere.
You think I'm scared to get sent up someplace?
No, Kevin, I don't think that you're scared of anything.
I'm not scared of anything you can do to me.
That's for damn sure.
Can you tell us why you did what you did?
She messed with my man.
Do you understand that it was her job to prosecute
Mr. Buckner because he was accused of killing someone?
She did her job.
I did my job.
Now you do your job.
All right, Kevin.
I will do my job.
I commit you to the jurisdiction of the
California Youth Authority until the age of 24.
It is my profound hope that something or
someone intervenes between now and then to
open your eyes to the possibility of being
something other than a criminal.
If not for your benefit, then for all of ours.
It's all the same to me.
Let's go.
You.
Know, I had a pretty terrific time tonight.
I had a pretty terrific time myself.
Really?
Really.
It's funny, because this is the sort of
thing I'm normally not very good at.
You're doing pretty good so far in my book.
Let's face it, Roxanne, I'm not a suave guy.
Leon.
I think you can trust me to draw my own conclusions.
You know, the best part of my coming to
Mckenzie Brackman is that I've gotten to meet you.
I guess being a secretary there has its benefits as well.
So what do I do now?
You kiss me goodnight.
Can I call you sometime so we can go out again?
You sure can.
How about tomorrow night?
Good night.
Your bodyguard's gonna be five minutes late.
Traffic.
Great.
How the hell is this bozo supposed to protect
me if he can't even negotiate morning rush hour?
Hey, don't kill the messenger.
Sorry.
This whole thing is ridiculous.
Well, let's hope so.
I don't need a bodyguard.
Well, you probably don't, but a uniformed
presence can't hurt for a few more days.
It's an invasion of my privacy, Michael.
I don't like it.
Yeah?
Well, a 13-year-old wacko with a 38 is
also an invasion of your privacy.
Grace, I'm a little concerned that you're
not more worried about this.
Michael, if they can get to the President of the
United States, they can sure as hell get to me.
I refuse to worry about something I can't control.
What the hell with this?
I'm going.
No, you're not.
Oh, yeah?
Watch me.
Grace, you are behaving like a child.
If I am, it's because everyone is treating me like one.
Why are we fighting about this?
I don't know.
I'm sorry.
Look, if you won't worry about yourself,
at least do this for me, okay?
Okay, Daddy.
There's my girl.
If I'm good, do you take me to Disneyland?
How about one of those waterbed motels on
Ventura Boulevard, hmm?
That's good, too.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
There he is.
Gotta go.
Yeah, well, have a reasonably pleasant day.
Yeah, thanks.
And, um
Don't forget about the sleazy motel.
Uh, reservations for three.
Arnie, for the most part, I think you're being quite fair.
But by the same token, I think Nancy's also being fair.
The New York apartment is something she's
grown attached to.
She's giving that up.
It was never hers to give up.
That apartment is Leon's separate property.
Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.
I don't want to argue that now.
The point is to require Nancy to pick up the taxes,
utilities, and insurance on the Palisades house just now.
Because she's occupying it.
Strikes me as most unjust.
What was her contribution to the acquisition
of that house that she's going to be occupying?
I hope you're not just talking dollars and cents here.
Look, I feel like we're moving backwards.
Leon, I thought you said you wanted me to
have the house, didn't you?
You're getting the house.
Well, how long do you think I'm going to
keep it if I have to pay for its upkeep?
It is a practical consideration, Leon.
If she can't afford the maintenance on the
house, she can sell the house.
She can take the money and buy a house she can't afford.
Oh, wait a minute.
I'm operating here under the assumption
that there's at least some recognition on.
Leon's part that this house holds a very
special sentimental place in Nancy's heart.
This was the marital home.
I can't believe that you would see me lose that house.
After all I went through with that renovation.
Who picked out stenciled floor patterns?
Who went through custom mixing wall colors for six weeks?
Or meeting with the architect or the contractors?
Did you?
Your accountant might have signed the
checks, but I put my heart and soul into that house.
Oh, I know.
You put a great deal into that house.
And not just your heart and soul, either.
Just what is that supposed to mean?
What it means is that adultery, like a spiral
staircase, adds to the cost of construction.
And my costs have become too much to bear.
Now, I've been sitting here listening to
you, and you know something?
You're not getting the house.
What we're going to do is sell the house
and then split the proceeds after I first
get back whatever separate property I sunk into it.
Leon, I'm going into shock.
What are you taking?
Are you telling me now?
I thought that we were going to behave
like human beings in this.
That's just what I'm doing.
You know, I'm sentimental about that house, too.
I remember when we found it together.
I remember going out with you to buy
furniture, and that certainly was your house.
I wouldn't deny it for a minute, but it was also mine.
And you betrayed me there.
You gave yourself to another man, and you did it in my bed.
Now, if I could burn that house,
I would, until it was ashes on the ground.
And then I'd salt the earth so nothing could grow.
Arnie will handle the rest of the
settlement if there are any problems.
We all know where the courthouse is.
Excuse me.
Leon.
Hi.
Are you all right?
I feel good.
You should.
You showed a lot of strength in there.
You gave it to me.
Oh, I think you had it all along.
We're on for tonight, right?
Absolutely.
Oh, God, excuse me.
Excuse me, Douglas, I'm sorry.
It's all right, Stuart.
I'm going to wear this.
I have to get used to it.
I can't be terrorized by the thought of people knowing.
Sounds sensible.
Stuart, let me ask you a question.
Do you think this looks foolish?
No, I definitely do not think it looks foolish.
Would you wear one?
No.
No, I wouldn't.
You'd go bald instead?
Yeah, I don't think there's any great
shame in being bald, Douglas.
There's certainly no great advantage to it, either.
Yeah, well, I guess I just take those
things as they come, you know.
But you don't think I look foolish?
I think the only thing that looks foolish is
acting in a way that makes you uncomfortable.
Being bald adds ten years to your age.
And worrying about it takes ten years off your life.
Douglas, we're all getting older.
It's the way God planned it, you know.
Well, what's the good word, Victor?
Mike, well, the good word is
that I have a date tomorrow night
that I think at long last might finally lead to something.
Oh, yeah?
Who is she?
She was serving on the Hearst jury, systems analyst.
She likes Chinese food, going to the movies,
dancing, and roller skating in Venice on the weekends.
Oh, sounds like a playmate of the month.
Well, I tell you, she is, uh, good-looking.
But I think the thing I like most about her is that
she seems to be a real girl-next-door type, you know?
I guess what I'm looking for most is just
a little companionship.
Companionship is tough to find, Victor.
Mm-hmm.
You found it.
Hmm.
Yeah, yeah, I guess I did.
Where did you used to take Gracie?
Let's see.
Le Chardonnay was the scene of some of our first dates.
Oh, I heard about that.
It's nice, huh?
It's real pretty.
I'll make a reservation.
I think we are going to hit it off.
Well, I called them and they're booked
solid for the next six weekends.
Well, let's go someplace else.
It doesn't really matter.
I don't care if we go to Encino as long as we get away.
Thanks.
Can I have a little ketchup?
Mm-hmm.
Is that all you're going to eat?
That's it.
Boy, it really is a man's world, isn't it?
I trust you're going to explain that remark.
A woman can never let up.
How will she look in pants?
How will she look in a skirt?
How will she look if, God forbid,
she has to go to the beach?
She peers into the mirror looking for any
signs that she might be growing older,
agonizing over everything from the profile
of her chin to the diameter of her ankles.
But a man can just scarf down his French fries,
put his hands in his pockets, and stroll out the door.
I don't buy it, Ann.
Men can be just as obsessed with their inadequacies,
or pardon me, their imagined inadequacies, as women.
You don't think I've had a few anxious
moments looking at this face in the mirror?
Used to it?
Yeah.
You seem to me to be more at ease with
yourself than anyone I know.
I wasn't always that way.
But I figure by 40 a man has the face he deserves.
I just hope by the time I'm 40 you'll be as
happy with my face as you are with your own.
Are you kidding?
No, I'm not.
I may even be 50 one day.
I just hope you're 50 with me.
And 60.
And 70.
Ann, the things I love about you don't go away with age.
You'll be just as able to make me laugh
then as you are now, right?
And calm me down and get me excited and drive me crazy.
That's why I love you.
Not because of the way you look in pants.
You don't like the way I look in pants?
Can we look at a dessert menu, please?
Hi, Conrad.
Grace.
What can I do for you?
I wanted to see if we can't do a little house cleaning.
Starting, say, with LeShack?
Otherwise known as Fat Dave.
I'm not saying he's a Saint, but it's a shaky rap.
The cops searched the trunk of his car.
Now, maybe they had probable cause.
Maybe they didn't.
It's a question Mark.
What are you looking for?
A felonious assault to misdemeanor.
Assault, burglary, to trespassing.
Now, given the facts, I don't think I'm
being all that out of line.
Sheila, shh.
You agree?
I just said okay, didn't I?
Fantastic.
That wasn't so painful, was it?
Is that it?
Well, since I'm catching on a good day,
what about Alma Rodriguez?
Now, we knock it down to petty theft so that with
credit for time served, she gets released on probation.
What do you say?
Sure.
Thank you.
Bye.
Great Scott, Douglas.
You're bald.
I think a lot of men look much better without hair.
Like who?
Sean Connery, Robert Duvall, John Glenn, Y.A.
Tittle.
Well, it comes right down to it.
Hair is a little iffy.
I mean, the Castrati never lost their hair.
The Castrati?
You know, with the high voices.
People generally Generally associate
baldness with a high testosterone count.
At least that's what women tell me.
Well, no woman has ever told me that, Arnie.
Mike, you've got a full head of hair.
They don't want to hurt you.
No, you pick this one.
All right.
All right.
Yeah, pick me up at 8.
I'll see you then.
Bye.
That wouldn't be 8 O'clock this evening
you're referring to, would it?
Yeah, it would.
Why?
Well, I was hoping that we could knock out
the Romani separation agreement tonight.
Oh, I can't tonight, Arnie.
I've got plans.
Anyone I know?
Leon Schachter.
Come into my office for a minute, Roxanne.
Rox, what are we talking about vis-a-vis you and Leon?
Is this a dinner with friendly chat, warm, supportive
conversation leading to a spontaneous sexual fling?
Or are we into deep eyeball gazing here?
Arnie, I'll let you know.
Rox, close the door.
Look, Leon is a sweet guy.
I'm well aware of that.
But what I want you to be aware of is that
he's also in a state of flux emotionally,
and that deserves some caution.
Rox, you are the textbook
transitional woman, and I just don't
want to see your heart broken when Leon's ready to move on.
Arnie.
Guys like that, they're an absolute bundle of need.
They have a yawning void in their own
lives which they want for you to step in and fill.
Look, Rox.
I'm not trying to knock Leon.
It's just that I don't want to see you expend yourself
on someone who's going to be a chronic dependent.
That's all.
Arnie, I don't see Leon that way.
I see him as a sweet, considerate man who I
am very much interested in spending time with.
I disagree with your opinion of him.
But if what you say proves to be right,
I'll deal with it when the time comes.
Do you want to see me, Bruce?
Come on in, Grace.
Sit down.
Coffee?
No, thanks.
How are you feeling?
Bruce.
I'm asking you.
And I'm telling you, I'm fine.
So thank you for your concern,
and I'd like to get back to work.
I know you would, but I can't let you.
Whether you care to admit it or not, that
punk's bullet wounded more than your arm.
He got to you, and he got to you deep.
Isn't psychoanalysis a little outside your
area of expertise?
Yes, it is.
But running the DA's office isn't.
And I've got some real problems with your
performance, lady.
Such as?
You're cutting deals like a general amnesty was declared.
I can't allow that to continue.
That's a lot of crap.
Don't tell me it's a lot of crap.
You knocked 11 felonies down to misdemeanors last week.
You dropped the charges on two cases
altogether, both with solid arrests.
I thought I had some discretion around here.
I thought I was supposed to use my judgment.
Is this judgment or fear?
Now you've got defense lawyers lining up to get into
your office because the word is out that you're gun-shy.
I can't allow this office to roll over because
you're scared to death to set foot in the courtroom.
If I do that, Rollins will agree.
I will have taken down a good deal more
than Grace Van Owen.
Until further notice, you're on the desk.
Rollins didn't take me down, Bruce.
You're doing it.
I don't deserve this.
It isn't a punishment.
The hell it isn't.
I have clocked as many hours in here as
anyone else, both before and after the shooting.
In return, I get second-guessed and humiliated.
You've lost your strength.
I want it back.
It feels like the only thing I've lost is my job.
Why don't we discuss this over a couple of hours, shall we?
Sure.
I'll follow you.
Hey.
Hi.
I was just on my way to pick you up.
Well, I got done with work early, and I
called your secretary to find out where you'd be.
Oh, I was really hoping I'd get another
chance to watch you work.
Oh, I'm sorry to disappoint you.
I was just filing a motion.
So, we have the whole courtroom to ourselves.
Yeah.
Our reservations aren't until 7.30, so I thought
maybe we can go for a drive or something.
Actually, you know what would really be interesting?
What?
I'd like to see what it's like to be cross-examined.
What do you mean?
Well, I'll be the defendant, and I want
you to interrogate me.
I want to see if you can strip away my composure.
I don't know.
Oh, come on.
Come on.
Let's say I stand accused of, oh,
I don't know, prostitution.
I don't understand.
You want me to make this up as I go along?
Oh, come on.
You know what to do.
You were standing on the corner of
Hollywood and Ivar at about 3 A.M.
, isn't that true?
Yeah.
I go there sometimes.
Describe what you were wearing.
Satin shorts, lurex tights, seven-inch
heels, and a tank top that said,
So many men, so little time.
Come on.
Come on.
Isn't it a fact that you approached a
certain car that stopped for a light on Ivar?
I might have.
And didn't you offer to perform various
sexual acts in return for money?
Oh, my God.
You're calling me a whore.
Gwen.
In front of all these people, you're calling me a whore.
You're saying I prefer to be a whore.
I've performed sexual acts on men whose
names I didn't even know.
Gwen.
Dozens of men each day.
What did I do to them?
Say it out loud.
Say it out loud.
Violate me, Victor.
Violate me until they throw me down into
that cell and the jailer locks the door.
Treat me like the whore that I am.
Oh, I forgot.
You're not like the rest.
You won't be slobbering over me in the car
later after you've bought me a quick meal.
Romance is a lie, jerk!
I put six years into that office,
and it doesn't count for a thing.
I could have been making three times the money I'm making
now, but instead, I've got close to nothing in the bank.
And I can stand back to work for my trouble.
You really think that's what Rogoff's doing?
Yeah, I do.
You have an alternate interpretation you want to give me?
Yeah.
I think he sees that you were shaken,
and he's trying to help.
Do me a favor, Kuzak.
Don't you start wringing your hands over me.
I've had it up to here with all this
solemn paternalistic clucking.
That kid turned that corridor into a war zone, Gracie.
Getting shot is not enough.
Now, wait a minute.
I'm the one who got shot.
Don't you tell me what it is and what it isn't.
I don't need a nursemaid.
I don't need for you to be sitting there staring
at me like I was some orphan at Christmas time.
I got hit by a bullet.
OK, that's what happened.
The doctor treated the wound.
The whole thing will be healed in another week and a half.
My life.
My life doesn't have to change one bit.
Do you understand that?
Not one bit.
I do not need a shrink.
I do not need a vacation.
I do not need to eat.
I do not need to break down.
Grace.
No.
Grace.
Grace.
Michael, I'm so scared.
I'm so scared.