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-I still run this place. -No, you don'’t.
You just want to run around, drop your pants, shoot people, date a hooker.
This behavior will not be tolerated much longer. I will fire you.
My daughter was murdered. I would like to kill this man
and be found not guilty by reason of temporary insanity.
-Did you report that woman to the police yet? -Would you?
Probably not. She already killed him.
-You expect to get away with this? -He had it coming.
-You'’re not sounding very insane. -I'’m better now.
It was temporary insanity.
Sean Harmon viciously killed her daughter.
And he got exactly what he deserved.
-[elevator bell dings] -[indistinct chattering]
-Mr. Shore, any comments? -[reporters clamoring]
-Sir, won'’t temporary insanity be tough to prove? -Excuse us.
This might be a good opportunity for a sound bite.
-The time for sound bites has passed. -[clamoring continues]
It was a typical day in a typical office place in America.
But what would happen next was anything but typical.
Uh, Miss Winters, just tell us. Try not to channel Stone Phillips.
Yes, Your Honor. [clears throat]
As I said, I saw that woman enter, and I knew who she was.
Let the record reflect that the witness has indicated the defendant.
WINTERS: I'’d followed Sean's trial.
The news had covered it extensively,
and her face was prominent, being that she was the mother of the victim.
Oh, she was a cool woman on camera, with a soft gentility that belied--
Uh, Miss Winters?
[clears throat] Yes.
As I said, she entered,
and she walked toward Sean, who was in the office right beside my desk!
She didn'’t seem to be upset. In fact she seemed calm, cool.
As she got to Sean'’s office, Sean said, "What are you doing?"
And she said, "I'’ve come to kill you, Sean. Is this a bad time?"
Just like that, "Is this a bad time?"
And then I saw it. There in her hand, a gun.
Stop! Your Honor, this is hearsay.
If the witness is to be believed,
this wasn'’t an excited utterance from our client.
It was a declaration against interest.
-Hearsay-- -Our client already admitted she shot him.
And she'’s claiming insanity.
Testimony of her demeanor and state of mind are relevant, Your Honor.
Objection overruled. You may continue, Miss Winters.
Gladly.
Anyway, it was the most horrible thing I'’d ever experienced.
There'’s Sean lying on the floor,
blood gushing from his head--
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You skipped ahead. Back up to before he was shot.
Oh, I'’m terribly sorry. I, I get ahead of myself when I get excited.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes.
She walked in and said what she said, then raised the gun.
And she pointed it, calmly. Her hand was not shaking.
And she said, "You have five seconds to live.
I'’d give you 10, but we really can'’t keep hell waiting."
And then she just pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit him right between the eyes, and he dropped.
It was a cold-blooded, vicious execution.
It was awful just to think about it.
Shall I tell it again?
[theme music playing]
♪ Uh-huh ♪
♪ All right ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Come on, all right ♪
♪ Well, yeah ♪
♪ Outlaw ♪
-Oh. Please, come in. -Sure.
I'’m thrilled, actually, and I'’m a little stunned.
I think I'’ve worked here six years.
I don'’t believe I've actually been in your office.
Actually, I'’m afraid the circumstances of this meeting are not pleasant.
We'’re letting you go.
What? Why?
It'’s not that your performance hasn'’t been good.
I'’m told you do fine, fine work.
But since partnership is not in your future,
we prefer to let those associates go rather than mislead them.
It'’s only fair.
Would you mind telling me why partnership'’s not in my future?
Not at all.
You'’re fat.
Excuse me?
We can'’t have fat people working at Crane, Poole & Schmidt.
That'’s all.
And, um, seriously, thank you for your past work. I mean that.
-So I'’m being fired because I'’m fat? -Yes.
Off you go now.
So if I was thin, I-- I'’d still have my job?
Hell, if you were thin, I'’d probably try and have sex with you.
You did try.
-Really? -Last week.
Did we have it?
Doesn'’t matter.
Look, I can'’t let my personal feelings get in the way.
I have to think of the firm. No tubsters at C, P & S. Off you go now.
[mouthing]
-[phone beeps] -Security, please.
It was a kind of disassociate state that we call "automatism."
-Automatism? -Yes.
Basically, Miss Kelly went into a form of automatic pilot.
We see it with battered wives.
The abuse triggers this extreme, almost psychotic reaction in the brain.
Here, the abuse was obviously the murder of her child, then seeing the killer set free.
-She'’s fine now? -Seems so, yes.
And was she on automatic pilot during all the planning stages of this crime?
I can'’t really know. I didn'’t examine her.
When you did examine her, after the shooting, was she on automatic pilot then?
No. She had regained control.
And you know that she was on automatic pilot
during the murder based on what information?
What she felt and experienced at the time of the shooting.
Who told you what she felt and experienced?
She did.
[elevator bell dings]
Thank you.
-Hello? -Hello.
My name is Leigh Swift. L-E-I-G-H.
I only point this out because it is misspelled 67% of the time.
And I am here today in hopes of securing legal counsel,
-preferably from-- -Jerry Espenson.
-How did you know? -Shot in the dark.
-[Jerry squeals] -Oh, impeccable timing.
Hello.
High-fives all around.
No?
Jerry, this is Leigh. I'’ll get you the correct spelling on that later.
Could you perhaps escort her out of the common area?
[inhales] Let'’s go to my office.
Hello, Mr. Sack. I just wanted to come and say good-bye.
Good-bye? Who the hell are you?
My name is Nancy Wilding. I'’m an associate. I was fired.
Denny Crane fired me because I'’m fat.
-He did what? -Yes.
-So it'’s good-bye. -Wait. No. Ho, whoa, whoa.
No. No, you'’re not fired. I'’ll talk to Denny.
[chuckles] Oh, if only it were that easy.
You see, I'’ve been damaged.
And I'’ve hit the lottery. We'’ll see you all in court.
-Are you out of your mind? -Why does everybody ask me that?
For God sakes, Denny, you cannot fire somebody just because they'’re fat!
Never mind the indecency of it. Can'’t you see that as a lawyer?
And you know what? She'’s poised to make noise over this.
And you, personally, you'’ll be filleted in the news. Did you think about that?
Well, let me tell you something, Sack.
It doesn'’t matter what people are saying,
as long as they talk about you.
I'’ve been to six other lawyers. None of them would take my case.
But all of them asked if I was related to you.
Perhaps you could tell me why you'’re here?
I'’ve lost my lover. His name is Gebrauchkasten.
He was forcibly taken against his will [clicks tongue] by force.
-Have you filed a police report? -Oh, the police have been dismissive.
I suspect they'’re discriminating against Gebrauchkasten based on his ethnicity.
-I really doubt they'’d ignore a kidnapping case. -Here he is.
That'’s Gebrauchkasten.
His name is German for "utility box."
This box...
Is my lover. [clicks tongue]
[reporters clamoring]
Nobody here believes you were actually crazy.
It was revenge. I know it.
You know it.
The jury...knows it.
Our insanity defense is simply a pretext to allow the jury to let you go.
But first they have to want you to go free.
For that to happen, they have to like you. And for that to happen...
the jury has to feel what you feel.
But I don'’t feel.
After my daughter was killed, I stopped feeling.
It'’s how I survive.
Well, it won'’t be how you survive prison, which is where you'’re headed
if the jury doesn'’t see a human being sitting in that chair.
-I'’ll discuss it with God. -Look at me.
If this jury thinks for a moment that you'’re pulling one over on them, you'’re gone.
You need to be unaffectedly emotionally forthright and sincere.
I honestly don'’t know if I can do that.
After Hannah was killed, all I had to grab hold of
was this quest to see her killer convicted and sentenced.
Do you remember what you felt when you heard the verdict of "not guilty" read?
I don'’t think I do, really.
I went numb.
At some point, I lost myself.
I started to pray, because I often find consolation in my faith.
And one day...
I heard a voice.
-A voice? -Yes. It wasn'’t my own.
And it said, "You must kill Sean Harmon."
You didn'’t recognize this voice?
No. But for whatever reason, I became convinced that it was God.
You thought God was telling you to kill Sean Harmon.
I know how crazy it sounds, but at the time, I was reading a lot of the Bible.
And so many of the verses I would hear in this voice.
Leviticus, "He that killeth a man, he shall be put to death."
Exodus, "He that smiteth a man, so that he die, he surely shall be put to death."
I kept hearing this over and over,
[voice breaking] and I became convinced that my daughter'’s soul...
would rest only with vengeance.
Sean Harmon had to die. It was up to me to kill him.
I would have to be the one to avenge my baby'’s death.
[chokes softly]
[sobbing quietly]
What do you...
remember about the day you...
shot Sean Harmon?
I remember driving to his place of work,
approaching him.
I didn'’t feel scared.
I recall aiming the gun...
and shooting him.
And I'’m ashamed to admit it...
but I remember that it felt joyous.
-Joyous? -Yes.
Between his living a free man, and his dying,
it felt more moral for him to be dead.
And I felt like I was somehow carrying out God'’s word, and...
it was joyous.
"Objectophilia, a type of neosexuality
indicative of a modern trend away from human-to-human intimacy."
Sounds like a coping mechanism, a way to compensate for a lack of human affection.
-I suppose we can all relate to that a bit. -So what do I do?
-She'’s in love with a box. -Well, what do you want to do, Jerry?
Well...
she'’s...
a very nice lady.
I suppose I would like to help her.
-Do that then. -She has no legal case.
This is ridiculous even for this firm.
Mmm.
Maybe you could locate her lover.
[music playing on video game]
WOMAN: You better hope my pimp doesn'’t catch you!
Try me. There'’s nothing I won't do.
For the right price, I'’m all yours.
Hello, Denny. Busy?
Can'’t you tell? I'’m in the middle of kidnapping a hooker.
May I speak with you a second?
-[music stops] -Actually...
I was on my way out.
Care to ride the elevator with me?
-You'’re just dying to get me in an elevator, aren'’t you? -It crossed my mind.
Carl asked me to give you a hand with this Nancy Wilding matter.
Oh, that'’s why you're here, to give me a hand.
Know what I'’d like to do, Denny? I'’d like to get Nancy Wilding and her lawyer in,
officially offer her her job back, coupled with a heartfelt apology.
Why should you apologize? You didn'’t do anything wrong.
-I was thinking it would come from you. -That'’s a no.
Denny, I don'’t want to be bothered with this case any more than you do.
Let'’s you and I make it go away together. Can we do that, Denny?
You and I...together?
Did you ever mention to anyone before killing Sean Harmon
that you were getting messages from God?
-No. -You claim to be a religious person.
Did you discuss this with clergy?
-No. -You'’re getting messages from God.
You don'’t talk to your own priest, you just order a gun?
Not the actions of a sane person, I admit.
But you'’re sane now, right?
In fact, when examined by court-appointed psychiatrists
to determine your competency to stand trial,
they found you sane, this just 36 hours after her crime.
-Objection. -It seems like such a small, convenient window of insanity.
-Objection! -Objection sustained. The jury will disregard that.
So, as I understand it, you know now that God was not speaking to you?
Yes. I was probably projecting.
I wanted Sean Harmon dead. It was me, but...
I didn'’t think I could reconcile murder with my sense of morality.
So my subconscious somehow found a way to make it God'’s word,
so that I could maintain my moral esteem...
and still kill Sean Harmon.
It was one of those answers that could either win the day or bury us.
Well, she seems to know exactly what she'’s doing.
I'’d give her the benefit of the doubt.
Let'’s talk about you, Denny. You certainly knew what you were doing
when you fired Nancy Wilding for being fat.
What'’s going on?
Are you retaliating because she rejected your sexual advances?
Hell, if I had a nickel for every girl that turned me down, I'’d...
-Actually, I do. -What is it then?
Is it just another way to be the center of attention?
I should be on that case. I should be in that courtroom with you and Patrice Kelly,
not in my office...
kidnapping hookers.
On the TV.
-Denny... -[softly] Don'’t.
Just don'’t.
You need to let Lorraine make this case go away.
I'’ll do...what I want.
Fine.
You'’re representing a woman who is in love with a utility box.
-Is that right, Jerry? -Mmm.
-I'’m sorry? -Yes, Mr. Sack. It'’s right.
I'’m representing a woman who'’s in love with a utility box.
Something tells me you'’re involved.
I'’m not, actually, other than to encourage Jerry.
-I think it'’s brilliant. -[squeals] Brilliant!
I think the law, at its noblest,
is used to protect the weakest and most vulnerable members of our society.
The client here is an objectophile, a fragile one at that.
Every other law firm summarily rejected her.
How wonderful that this firm endeavors
to prioritize compassion and humanity over profit.
It positively warms the cockles of my heart.
Jerry'’s off to meet with the developer.
Perhaps you'’d care to join? I'’m sure your own cockles could use a jolly.
Well, I... I can'’t speak as to whether God spoke to this woman,
but my view is he would certainly forgive her for her actions.
For killing Sean Harmon?
The Lord'’s powers of forgiveness are without limit.
And in this case, there'’s also the eye-for-an-eye principle.
That justifies killing somebody.
The phrase is to be found in the Old Testament,
and I believe it speaks for itself.
What about the New Testament? Jesus says, "Turn the other cheek," does he not?
Well, my reading of that is, Jesus was voicing
a very personal view on how a saintly individual should act.
I don'’t interpret that as condemning revenge.
So you, a man of the cloth, don'’t believe that all human life is holy?
I do. I also believe, "Whoever sheds the blood of man,
by man shall his blood be shed."
Genesis.
I'’ve studied Judeo-Christian teachings for 33 years.
I consider myself both a Biblical and a Talmudic scholar,
and I found Father Maher'’s testimony to be strikingly without merit.
-Because? -The "eye for an eye" verse in the Bible
suggests a limitation on retribution.
It is forbidden to take two eyes for one,
or, for that matter, to inflict any punishment that would exceed the offense.
Yes, but the underlying offense of Sean Harmon was murder.
Yeah, but even so, it was never meant to advocate revenge murder.
I mean, consider the words of Jesus.
"If anyone strikes you on the left cheek, offer him the other as well."
Jesus would never have endorsed this revenge killing. He was against vengeance.
Well, except when it came to believing in him, right?
Mark 16:16. "He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved,
but he that believeth not shall be damned."
And damnation, if hell is everything it'’s cracked up to be,
is a fate worse than the painful death that precedes it.
So, according to this guy Mark, Jesus was okay with vengeance, wasn'’t he, Professor?
If I was a Christian, I suppose I'’d be very much offended by that.
But you'’re a Jew, and certainly Jews are okay with revenge?
You know something about Jewish law I don'’t?
I know that if you cross Israel'’s borders without the proper invitation,
the bombs, they go a-bursting.
I know, when Israel kidnapped Eichmann and hanged him,
Jewish people the world over cheered.
Look. First of all, Eichmann was responsible for mass murder.
-So it'’s not whether Judaism supports revenge, but when? -You'’re offensive.
Really? I was just going to say the same about you.
Judaism has never been preoccupied with forgiveness.
"Justice, justice you shall pursue." That'’s what the Torah commands.
My client was pursuing justice when she avenged the death of her only daughter.
What'’s truly offensive is you sitting high on your scholarly horse
and suggesting that God, anybody'’s God, would condemn her for it.
-Objection. -I suspect if your child was murdered,
had it been your child'’s murderer who went free...
-Objection. -...you wouldn'’t be pontificating about forgiveness.
-Objection, Your Honor! -When'’s the last time your kids got bludgeoned to death?
Mr. Shore.
MAN: This is very difficult for me to grasp.
JERRY: It'’s very simple. You relocated the box.
-We would simply like to get possession of it. -No. That much I got.
It was the part about her being in love with it.
[clicks tongue]
Of course, my client'’s predilection must strike you as unconventional.
But I would nevertheless ask you to respect
she has found a meaningful relationship that works for her.
-With a box. -I'’m an objectophile.
We were hoping that perhaps the person involved in the item'’s removal
could help track it down.
Well, I'’m sorry. I believe the box has been destroyed.
When you say "destroyed"...
That'’s all of him?
I'’m told he's all there.
It'’s not the same.
Leigh, have you thought of getting counseling?
You must think I'’m a rather sick person.
No. I don'’t.
There are many people
who find inanimate objects desirable.
I had...
a life-size doll.
At least your object had a face.
Oh, she had more than a face.
I'’d given her a personality, a sense of humor.
I'’d even debate politics with her on occasion.
[chuckles]
Most of it is about fear of intimacy and trust with a real person.
I read one expert. He says we'’ve become such a socially isolated society,
what, with computers and so forth,
With so many socially-isolated individuals,
the rise of objectophilia is not altogether surprising.
-Are you listening? -What?
Oh, yes. Sorry.
It'’s just that your clock radio reminded me of one of my exes for a second.
I think you can achieve
an intimate and trusting relationship with a real person.
It'’s very terrifying. I know.
But I think you should give real people a try.
Jerry, thank you for everything.
For not laughing at me...
for...
Well, you'’re a very compassionate man.
-If there'’s anything I can do for you. -Well, you'’ve been so kind.
It might be very hard for me to be alone tonight.
Oh. Um, well...
Oh!
-Take it. -Are you sure?
-Please. -I'’ll bring it back. Just something to hold.
We'’re officially offering Nancy her job back.
Rejected. She'’s not coming back to a firm of fat bigots.
And we'’ll offer 25,000 to cover hurt feelings.
-Also rejected. -Are you this hostile in bed? '’Cause I like that.
-Denny. -Look. I really am sorry for what I said.
But let'’s face it. We live in a very cosmetic world these days,
and perception so often seems to count more than substance.
Beauty begets beauty. And what I was really trying to say was, you'’re fat.
Keep talking, Mr. Crane. All I hear is, "Ka-ching, ka-ching, ka-ching."
Nancy, a jury'’s not gonna give you money. Juries like winners.
Look around the room.
Winner. Winner.
Loser. Loser.
Let'’s review: Winner, winner. Loser, loser.
Now I'’d appreciate it if you'd leave my conference room before anyone sees you
and confuses you with someone I'’d actually hire.
Off you go now. Take the man-eater with you. Bye-bye.
The evidence is all in, folks. It comes down to closing arguments.
We know what the prosecution is gonna say,
but let'’s talk about the defense.
There is only one argument to make here.
We all know what it is. The victim here killed this poor woman'’s daugh--
What do you want?
[sighs] Could you please sit, Denny?
Do you know the reason I came to the Boston office?
-Shirley. -That would be one reason, yes.
The other was to...
Well,
wring out some of the madness.
And now we have you, firing an associate because she'’s fat.
I'’d like to stay and chat, Carl, but I'’ve got a trial coming up.
And the client can'’t fire me, because I'’m the client.
Please sit.
-May I share something with you? -Shirley?
No, not Shirley.
There'’s a reason your name comes first on the door.
More than anything else, this place is you.
If I'’ve come to realize one thing more than anything since arriving,
it'’s how much the people who work at Crane, Poole & Schmidt
so love doing so,
in large part for you.
What you do to yourself, in theory, is your own business.
But it really isn'’t.
[inhales]
[exhales]
[breaks wind]
Denny Crane.
I don'’t think I need to persuade you
that the evidence clearly shows
that Patrice Kelly was not insane.
In truth, her defense never really argued that she was.
To the contrary, they introduced all kinds of evidence,
religious, moral and otherwise
to convince you that what she did made total sense.
Her daughter was murdered. The killer was freed.
Of course. Of course, she was outraged.
And many of you would'’ve been tempted
to take the law into your own hands just like she did.
But you wouldn'’t have.
As much as you'’d want to give in to anarchy and lawlessness and vigilantism,
you wouldn'’t have.
Because we have laws against it.
We have consequences, like prison,
to stop us from giving in to our violent, primal,
albeit sometimes natural, urges.
Patrice Kelly is sitting here because she said, "Screw the law."
And now she'’s hoping that the 12 of you will do exactly the same thing.
Screw the law, you took an oath to uphold.
The role of the juror in this country is most noble.
It'’s perhaps the highest form of public service.
Not because it'’s easy, but because it'’s oftentimes difficult.
Here you'’re being asked to convict a good woman, a woman you no doubt relate to,
a woman who your hearts quite appropriately go out to.
It'’s difficult.
As the truth often is.
The truth here is that this was an act of revenge.
Patrice Kelly deliberately, methodically and reflectively killed Sean Harmon.
This case has been...
very unsettling.
I'’m so against the death penalty.
A state-sanctioned, dispassionate,
ceremonial taking of a human life.
I have been an eyewitness to five executions.
They were vile, debased, and felt...
horrifyingly sadistic.
And yet, the thought of Sean Harmon being killed feels...
so good...
and just.
It turns out, you see, while the death penalty might not be moral,
revenge is.
Studies are now surfacing which show that vengeance,
specifically the self-help kind, is good.
Healthy even, like oat bran.
New findings based on brain scans
show that we get a burst of activity in our prefrontal cortex
from the very act of punishing those who break social norms.
And here'’s the best part.
Relying instead on the state to avenge our harms doesn'’t cut it.
That, in fact, weakens our moral instincts.
According to recent findings at Arizona State University,
morality requires people to respond to the quality of another person'’s acts.
Letting the state or somebody else do your bidding is, in fact, moral cowardice.
This explains why one can be opposed to the death penalty
and nevertheless delighted that Patrice Kelly shot Sean Harmon dead.
Vengeance is sometimes right, as it was here.
The reason we all want Patrice to go free,
the reason we get that little shot of activity in our dorsal striatums
when we think of Patrice Kelly in her temporarily insane state
putting a bullet in Sean Harmon'’s head
is because it was the moral thing to do.
This man bludgeoned her daughter to death with a vodka bottle.
If it had been your child who was killed,
had your child'’s murderer walked away free
with no consequences, no remorse,
you would have wanted to do exactly as she did.
Mr. Betts admonished you to consider the truth of what happened in this case.
But in reality, he only wants you to consider the bare, police report facts.
And, as William Faulkner once said,
facts and truth really don'’t have much to do with each other.
The truth in this case is that in a moment of divine irrationality,
a great wrong was set right.
And justice...
Justice...
was finally done.
Jury wants to know if they have the option of manslaughter.
As it stands now, they don'’t,
not unless we amend the charges.
So, do we add manslaughter?
Their question says to me
that they don'’t want to find her guilty of first or second degree.
But nor do they want to let her go.
So, who'’s gonna blink?
I'’ll agree to add manslaughter.
Good.
Mr. Shore?
[sighs] No.
-Don'’t you think you should check with your client? -I will.
But she'’s gonna ask me what I think, and I'’ll tell her not to agree.
My concern is,
if you think revenge murder is a moral good...
maybe you'’re not seeing straight yourself.
-What'’s up? -Oh, just pretending to be busy.
Waiting for Alan to get back so I can smoke and drink
and discuss my penis.
You know, Denny...
for all our differences...
we go way back.
Really? I don'’t remember.
Mad cow.
You joke about the mad cow,
but clearly, if you'’re...slipping,
do you really want to be on display in a very public trial?
I mean, why put yourself through all of this?
Just because you'’re angry?
You seem to forget, Carl,
that I had a perfectly good reason to discharge Nancy Wilding.
She'’s fat! Obesity is a disease. I'’ve got the gene.
-I had to fire her. I couldn'’t risk catching it. -Catching it?
Obesity. It'’s all right here in black and white.
Obesity. It can spread from person to person like a virus.
I marked the page.
-Is this for real? -Fat people gotta go, Carl.
They'’re contagious.
-Leigh, you'’re back. -Yes, I am.
Listen. I'’ve been thinking a lot about what you said.
Taking a chance on trusting real people again,
and it really resonated with me, Jerry.
I would like somebody who I could talk to,
somebody who'’s capable of talking back.
I started wondering whether I knew anyone who I could trust, and I don'’t.
And then I thought...
what about you?
-[sputtering] -[popping]
I don'’t know your situation, Jerry,
but would you like to get a drink with me?
Now?
Never mind. I'’m very sorry. Forget I said that.
[stuttering] I would love to get a drink.
-You don'’t have to say that. -No, I would.
-No, no, no, no. -I would!
-Oh. -[elevator bell dings]
-Okay. -Okay. [chuckles]
-Shall we? -Okay.
We can still change our mind. We could just agree to a plea of manslaughter.
The district attorney would probably accept it.
I don'’t want to spend five years in prison.
But then the idea of doing life...
I can'’t believe a jury would want you to do life.
Even if some did, certainly not all. I just can'’t see all 12--
[reporters clamoring]
Jury'’s back.
[door closes]
Has the jury reached a unanimous verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
Will the defendant please rise?
Mr. Foreman, what say you?
On count one, the charge of murder in the first degree,
we find the defendant, Patrice Kelly...
not guilty.
On count two, on the charge of murder in the second degree,
we find the defendant, Patrice Kelly...
not guilty.
[crowd murmuring]
Oh, my God.
JUDGE FUDD: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury...
Oh, boy.
JUDGE FUDD: ...we, uh, thank you or your service.
The defendant is free to go.
-Thank you so much. -JUDGE FUDD: And we are adjourned.
[gavel raps]
-WOMAN: How do you feel? -[reporters clamoring]
-WOMAN 2: Are you relieved? -MAN: Can you give us a statement?
Can'’t deny this one scared me, Denny.
As illegal as her actions were, I would'’ve been devastated had she gone to jail.
And yet as justified as you say she was,
you'’re telling me you'’re still against the death penalty?
Absolutely.
-Doesn'’t make any sense. -Makes perfect sense.
It'’s okay for her to execute him,
but if the government does it for her...
That would be wrong.
Leave it to you liberals to come up with the research
that says it'’s okay to be for revenge and against the death penalty.
It'’s a lot like being for the death penalty and yet pro-life.
-You wanna go there? I can go there. -You started it.
I didn'’t start it. I'’m just saying that you...are a hypocrite.
-[laughs] No, I'’m not. Yes, you are. -You come up with these studies.
And another thing about you democrats, you all believe in science.
You should remember that little gem for your testimony.
I will, don'’t you worry.
[sighs]
Will you defend me? Since I'’m a witness, I'’ll need a lawyer to defend me.
Will you defend me?
-I'’ll defend you, Denny. -Thank you.
I'’d like to know why you did it.
Was it because she turned you down for sex?
Alan, when a man gets older,
begins to suffer various...
indignities.
But to be turned down by a fat girl...
Another little gem.
Well, you'’re out there trying these murder cases,
and I'’m in my office twiddling my thumbs, being rejected by fatties.
I am not over.
I'’m sick of people thinking I'’m over.
I know you'’re not over.
As far as I'’m concerned, Denny, you'’ve never been more now.
Thank you.
-I read another study. -Here we go.
Talked about how men sometimes seek younger female partners
as a way of staying younger themselves.
-That surprises you? -No, but it went on to say
that sometimes they seek out younger male friends for the same reason.
-You'’re insecure. -No.
Yes, you are.
Well, sometimes I wonder if we'’d be as close if I wasn'’t some young thing.
Alan.
First of all, you'’re no spring chicken, and second...
Forget it.
-What? -No, I said forget it.
-You were about to say something. -No, I wasn'’t.
-Denny. -I wasn'’t, damn it.
Well, then finish the sentence. "Second..."
Second, what?
Second...
I love you.
And it has nothing to do with your youth.
-Sleepover? -That'’s why I said, forget it.
What'’s... What's wrong? What'’s the problem with my suggesting?
Because it'’s artificial.
I feel I have to say something soft, like I'’m always asking for it.
-Well, now you'’re being ridiculous. -I am not being ridiculous.
It seems every time...
Every time you ask me for a sleepover--
-...you get angry-- -Because--
[both talking indistinctly]
-And it'’s not your place... -Denny, I know what it is, too.
You'’re embarrassed of your horrendous snoring.
That'’s all I'm saying.
Ever since I had the dream that there'’s the bear in the room...
FEMALE ANNOUNCER: Next onBoston Legal...
I'’m being charged with murder.
I thought he had a gun, turned out to be a soda can.
District attorney'’s saying the shooting'’s racially motivated, but I'’m not a racist.
I'’m sick of dishonest, disingenuous men.
I tried to let you down nicely, and you punish me for it.
I should have opted for cruelty? What do you want from me?
It'’s the fat bigot and his friend, Mr. Puffy Tongue.
How does her weight jeopardize your health?
Obesity can spread like a contagious disease.
That'’s not my opinion, that'’s Harvard's.
-Did you hear that? -I only heard "ka-ching, ka-ching."
-Score, score, score! -WOMAN: Stinkah!
MAN: Ow.
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