[Flames roar]
[Eerie instrumental music, background]
PROSECUTOR: Go on, Barbara.
We go back to our homeroom for dismissal.
Unless you have a pass for sports or something.
Is that what you did on the day in question?
BARBARA: No. Mr. Gettys asked me to stay after class.
PROSECUTOR: What happened next, Barbara?
BARBARA: He told me to sit in the chair beside his desk.
PROSECUTOR: lf you will, in your own words, tell us exactly what happened...
...in the next few minutes.
BARBARA: [Nervously] I told him I was afraid līd miss my bus.
He promised līd get to the bus on time if līd help him do something.
Before I could say anything, he placed his hand inside my blouse.
[Audience mumbles]
I was so frightened. I didnīt move. I thought if I wasjust quiet itīd be okay.
Then his other hand went up under inside my skirt.
BARBARA: Then, with his hand...
...he started moving back and forth...
...farther and farther inside my skirt.
He said he was testing to see if I had any special feelings...
...that he wanted to see what kind of feelings I had.
I was trying to think of something to say, but I couldnīt.
BARBARA: I was confused, and he just kept on.
I asked him to stop, but it was like he couldnīt hear me.
Hejust kept on with his hand.
Then I screamed.
Then he got mad and said weīd have to try it again sometime.
PROSECUTOR: Did he try again?
BARBARA: Not with me.
PROSECUTOR: But with your friends?
Yes.
And after you had told them what he had done to you...
[Yells] ...they told you what he had done to them!
PROSECUTOR: lsnīt that true?
Yes.
[Scattered reactions in audience, tone of shock and disgust]
PROSECUTOR: I have nothing further.
Your witness, Mr. Lomax.
Any chance, Your Honor, for a short recess?
JUDGE: Of course.
This court will be in recess for 15 minutes.
[Gavel bangs]
[Audience chatters]
BERNICE: What-- LLOYD: Not now, Bernice.
LLOYD: Lomax, whatīs wrong?
As your attorney, līm advising you to keep the fuck away from me.
Why? What are you talking about?
The wife, the kid, the outrage. You definitely had me fooled.
Hey, youīre my lawyer.
Youīre here to defend me.
KEVIN: You know what līm thinking?
Why not put you on the stand? You can jerk off for the judge.
-You know sheīs lying. -Get the hell away from me.
[Door bangs open]
LARRY: Well, hell, there you are.
Rumor was you were out wandering in traffic.
Not now, Larry.
LARRY: Whatīs the game plan?
I got a 4:30 deadline. I need a quote.
LARRY: Give me a quote.
Fuck off.
[Larry chuckles]
LARRY: "Mr. Lomax had no comment on todayīs events.
"Speculation, however, was widespread...
"...that the young lawyerīs unblemished string of victories...
"...would come to an end...
"...in this courtroom. "
[Toilet flushing echoes]
It was a nice run, Kev.
LARRY: Had to close out someday.
Nobody wins them all.
[Door bangs shut and echoes]
KEVIN: Have you had any discipline problems in math class this year?
No.
No?
Hasnīt Mr. Gettys had to talk to you repeatedly about your behavior?
Isnīt that why he asked you to stay after class?
No!
Have other teachers asked you to stay after class?
Once or twice.
Did they want to talk to you about your behavior?
PROSECUTOR: Objection. Immaterial.
KEVIN: Goes to motive. JUDGE: Overruled.
You may answer the question.
I donīt know what the other teachers wanted.
Youīd have to talk to them.
[Scattered reactions from audience]
KEVIN: You ever pass notes in class?
Maybe a note that...
...made fun of Mr. Gettys?
BARBARA: No.
KEVIN: No?
Never called him a "disgusting pig monster"?
[Chatter and laughter from the audience]
JUDGE: Order.
No.
KEVIN: Your Honor, līve pre-marked this Defense Exhibit A.
PROSECUTOR: Objection. Weīve had plenty of time for discovery here.
JUDGE: līm going to let this in, Mr. Lomax.
Iīm also going to suggest that ifyou have any other exhibits...
...you present them in a timely fashion, or not at all.
Iīm sorry, Barbara, I was wrong.
Itīs "huge hog beast."
[Audience chatters, gavel bangs]
This is your handwriting, isnīt it?
-Yes, but-- -You wrote this in Gettysī class.
Itīs a joke.
KEVIN: "Heīs a huge hog beast.
KEVIN: "He probably eats a thousand pancakes for breakfast."
Youīre writing about Mr. Gettys, arenīt you?
It was meant to be a joke.
Have you ever had a party at your house, Barbara...
...when your parents were away?
Objection. Your Honor--
Credibility and bias.
Overruled.
JUDGE: Answer the question.
Yes.
Have you ever heard of a game called "Special Places"?
Youīre under oath, Barbara.
A manīs career...
...his reputation...
...his life is on the line.
This is not a joke.
Have you ever played "Special Places"?
[Softly] Yes.
KEVIN: ls this game sexual in nature?
Is this game sexual in nature?
[Sobs] We only played it once.
This special party, Barbara...
...this was the first time you told the story about Mr. Gettys, wasnīt it?
Yes.
KEVIN: līve spoken to other children who were there that day.
Is there anything else they may have told me about the party?
Objection! lf he has other witnesses, let him call them!
KEVIN: lf I need to call those other children, I will!
JUDGE: līm going to sustain that, Mr. Lomax.
Rephrase your question.
You threatened those children, didnīt you?
Thatīs not the way it happened.
You told them to lie, to falsely claim that Mr. Gettys had hurt them.
These things did happen.
KEVIN: lf they didnīt, you were going to tell everyone about this special party.
They happened to me.
So you made up a story. A special story.
A story about a math teacher...
...who was tough on you, who kept you after class.
[Yells] A "huge hog beast" you didnīt like!
Thatīs what really happened, isnīt it?
[Sobs] No.
I didnīt want to be the only one.
[Barbara sobs, crowd protests angrily]
[Shouts] You goddamn lowlife, son of a bitch--
[Chaos, shouting, angry outbursts]
[Gavel bangs]
No further questions, Your Honor.
JUDGE: [Shouts] līm going to adjourn for the day.
Weīll be back here at 9:00 a.m. and people will behave themselves...
You made me proud.
JUDGE: ...or find themselves in contempt.
[Judge shouts and gavel bangs]
[Audience chatters]
Pack it up, baby. You need a drink.
[Mary Ann hoots and hollers]
In the event that we all get drunk, letīs front-load the ceremonial bullshit.
To the best trial lawyer in Alachua County.
Damn straight.
So, Kev, off the record....
Howīs it feel to squeeze a man like Gettys...
...through the door of reasonable doubt?
Why donīt you quit being a party pooper. Have yourself a drink.
Weīre not going to discuss the damn case anymore.
Am I right?
Iīll drink to that.
[Mary Ann hoots]
No shop talk.
[All hoot and holler at once]
Pour me another.
LARRY: Lomax, youīre wild.
KEVIN: Whoa! I feel one of them nights coming on.
[Rock music begins]
"līve seen the Taj Mahal līve even been to China"
KEVIN: [Laughs] līve got to go piss!
[Shouts] līve got to go piss!
MARY ANN: Hurry!
[Rock music continues, ambient bar noise]
LEAMON: Mr. Lomax?
Hell of a job today.
LEAMON: I donīt want to disturb your party.
"Milton-Chadwick-Waters."
Never heard of it.
What are you going to do? Sue me?
Actually, we were hoping to retain your services.
LEAMON: Weīve been following your progress.
From New York?
Youīve never lost a case.
Iīve had some sympathetic juries.
Thatīs exactly what weīre looking for.
We want you to come to New York, help us pick a jury.
[Kevin laughs sarcastically]
KEVIN: I tell you, man...
...youīre pretty damn good.
Your card is great.
You being black....
KEVIN: Whose idea was that? Paulīs?
Thatīs just brilliant.
Iīm just not drunk enough yet to fall for it.
Iīll buy you a drink when l....
LEAMON: Youīd have to start next week.
All expenses, first-class travel and lodging, you and your wife.
LEAMON: A lump-sum payment, regardless of the verdict, in the amount of....
Take a look.
[Rock song finishes]
PREACHER: ln the name of Lord Jesus, we refute you, Satan, and cast you out.
[Religious folk song begins]
ALL: Amen.
"Romans 16:19
"Be ever at what is good
"Be innocent
"Of evil
"And the God of Peace will soon crush Satan
"Yes, God will crush him underneath your feet
"And the God of Peace will soon crush Satan
"Yes, God will crush him underneath your feet
"Romans 16:19"
[Congregation applauds and cheers as song finishes]
ALICE: All the way to New York just to pick a jury.
Every dog gets his day.
[Birds chirping]
Why do I feel the hand of Mary Ann on this adventure?
KEVIN: I gotta tell you, Ma, this routineīs getting awful tired.
Working on Sunday.
Working? Ma, get over it.
Listen to me. I love my wife.
Okay? I love her all the way.
Just like you.
Let me tell you about New York.
"Fallen, fallen, is Babylon.
"lt has become a dwelling place of demons."
"Revelation 18."
Wouldnīt hurt you to look it over.
KEVIN: Couldnīt forget it if I tried. ALICE: Oh, really?
And what happened to Babylon?
"Thou mighty city, in one hour has thy mighty judgement come.
"And the light of a single lamp shall shine in thee no more."
Wish me luck.
Good luck.
Iīll miss you.
Jeannie, listen to me now. Iīve gone the extra mile with you on this.
Iīm trying to work with you.
Theyīll be looking for that payment and if itīs not there, theyīll repo the car.
Okay, I gotta go.
[Mary Ann giggles]
Look, Jeannie, I gotta make a plane. Just get yourself on schedule.
Okay. Make the payment.
Let me guess. Itīs all my idea, right?
We better give her some grandkids soon so I can get her off my back.
What do you say?
Let her sweat a little.
[Mary Ann giggles]
[Dramatic instrumental music, background]
DEFENSE: Mr. Clintine, let me ask you this: Do you think, as a juror...
...youīd be able to set aside any prior opinion you might hold...
...about the savings and loan industry?
DEFENSE: That was a question, sir.
What? Do I like bankers?
Your Honor, may I have a minute to confer with my colleagues?
JUDGE: You may.
Dump him.
Letīs get rid of Number four, six....
Iīd say lose Number twelve...
...but the prosecutorīs gonna fuck up and do it for us.
Number six?
Youīre kidding, right? Sheīs my first choice.
Sheīs my first pass.
And four?
With the dreadlocks? Thatīs crazy.
DEFENSE: Thatīs a defendantīs juror. KEVIN: Did you see his shoes?
Look, kid, maybe down in Florida you are the next big thing.
This is New York. Weīre not squeezing oranges here.
He polishes those shoes every night. He makes his own clothes.
KEVIN: He looks like a brother with an attitude...
...but I see a man with a gun under his bed.
And woe betide the creature who steps into his garden.
Number six...
...your favorite...
...sheīs damaged goods.
Sheīs a Catholic schoolteacher.
Believes in human frailty....
KEVIN: No. Somethingīs missing from her.
Sheīs wrong.
She wants on this jury.
Somebody hurt her and she wants revenge.
DEFENSE: How the hell do you know that?
I donīt know.
Either you put a stop to this happy horseshit or I walk.
Walk.
Hereīs the deal: if I lose with your jury, you do the explaining.
DEFENSE: Your Honor, may I continue?
Weīd like to excuse Jurors three, four and six.
[Eerie instrumental music, background]
[Wind whistling resembling the faint sound of voices]
MARY ANN: Hi. Youīre home early for a change.
[Sound of TV, background]
Your mother called.
She has her "bad feeling."
KEVIN: Every now and then, she gets one right.
You okay?
Somethingīs up.
They deliberated for 38 minutes.
Oh, honey, līm sorry.
What the hell did they expect? The man is as guilty as can be.
Wasnīt a jury anywhere gonna let him off.
[Whispers] Yeah.
Except one.
What?
Not fucking guilty!
Oh, my God! You lying...
...sack of shit!
Thirty-eight minutes, my jury!
[Mary Ann screams happily]
KEVIN: Thirty-eight minutes!
MARY ANN: You did it! KEVIN: My jury! līm too good!
LEAMON: Glad you could stick around. KEVIN: ltīs your dime.
LEAMON: Sorry to keep you waiting.
Mr. Milton got pinned down in lndonesia longer than expected.
LEAMON: Good morning, Caprice.
Good morning, Mr. Heath.
Your messages.
LEAMON: Not bad, huh?
You can play it cool if you want...
...but when I first walked in, my jaw was on the floor.
LEAMON: This is our home office.
We have many international arrangements...
...so Mr. Milton spends a great deal of his time in the air.
Three oīclock, we got the Greeks.
Am I a good cop or a bad cop?
We may not need a good cop.
I love it.
LEAMON: ln addition to our corporate clients...
...weīre representing 25 foreign countries:
The Mideast, the Balkans, Central America, West Africa....
Interesting work, but travel-intensive.
[Christabella speaks in ltalian over headphone]
[Christabellaīs voice warps and echoes]
[Door slams shut and echoes]
[Christabella continues, background]
[Flames crackle]
JOHN: Behind you.
Iīm sorry.
Please. Kevin Lomax.
John Milton.
Nice to meet you.
So?
Have we been treating you well?
Very well, thank you.
And your wife, sheīs had a good time?
She sure has. Itīs been great. The whole thingīs been great.
Thatīs our secret:
Kill you with kindness.
Whatīs your secret?
I couldnīt say.
You were a prosecutor.
Out of law school. Five years in the Jacksonville D.A.īs office.
Sixty-four straight convictions.
[John cackles]
What a number!
I like to be in court.
I didnīt plea out a lot.
Whatīs that like?
One day you put them away, the next you set them free.
Takes a little getting used to.
Pays better, though, doesnīt it?
Yes, it does.
That math teacher, the Gettys case... now I hear you were brilliant.
Prosecutor dropped the ball.
Really?
You think your guy was guilty?
I didnīt say that.
Whatīd you say?
Howīs this:
I began the case with a clear conscience.
I was sure you had a secret.
The menīs room.
Upstairs menīs room in the Duval County courthouse.
Thereīs a hole in the wall to the next room.
I spent five years listening to juries deliberate.
JOHN: [Softly] I love it. KEVIN: Love it all you want.
Just donīt repeat it.
Iīm not sure the Florida Bar Association would appreciate it.
My lips are sealed.
You donīt really want to go back to Florida, do you?
Walk with me.
[Electric doors hum]
JOHN: What do you think?
Some people canīt handle it.
Itīs peaceful.
My sentiments exactly.
[John cackles]
JOHN: Fill in the résumé for me. Tell me, your father, what does he do?
KEVIN: I never got to know my father. He passed away before I was born.
KEVIN: My mother raised me. Just the two of us.
JOHN: She never remarried?
She wasnīt married the first time.
That canīt be easy in a town like Gainesville, can it?
I donīt think itīs easy anywhere.
KEVIN: Holy shit!
Different when youīre looking down, isnīt it?
Yes, it is.
KEVIN: Oh, my God.
JOHN: Your mother...
...whatīs she like?
Sheīs a preacherīs daughter. Sheīs tough.
KEVIN: Sheīs worked in a poultry plant for as long as I can remember.
Sheīs got a church she really likes, so sheīs usually there or they go out....
They do a lot of volunteer work.
"Behold, I send you out as sheep amidst the wolves."
So they say.
JOHN: It didnīt rub off?
The Book? The Church?
No, līm on parole.
Early release for time served.
JOHN: A lot of potential clients down there.
Are we negotiating?
Always.
Can I ask you a question, then?
Why do you need a criminal department?
Our clients break the law like anyone else.
Iīm just tired of sending their business across the street.
KEVIN: Are you offering me a job? JOHN: līm thinking about it.
I know youīve got talent. I knew that before you got here.
JOHN: ltīs just the other thing I wonder about.
What thing?
Pressure.
JOHN: It changes everything. Pressure.
Some people, you squeeze them, they focus.
Others fold.
Can you summon your talent at will?
Can you deliver on a deadline?
Can you sleep at night?
When do we talk about money?
Money?
[John cackles]
Thatīs the easy part.
LEAMON: They call this part of Fifth Avenue, Carnegie Hill.
Youīve got the park right across the street, and the reservoir.
Bestjogging in New York.
Mount Sinai Hospital is up the street.
Some excellent schools.
LEAMON: Not on the top of Mr. Miltonīs list when he bought this building...
...but great neighborhood for children.
Great building.
LEAMON: Follow the money all the way to the top.
Youīve got the managing director, Eddie Barzoon, on 16.
And, of course, Mr. Milton has the tower.
-You must be Mary Ann? -Yes, I am.
JACKIE: Welcome. Iīm Jackie Heath.
Itīs nice of you to come by.
JACKIE: Oh, please. We live across the hall.
-Youīre kidding. -Right there.
Itīs just two apartments per floor?
-You didnīt tell them about it? -It can speak for itself.
LEAMON: Voilā!
MARY ANN: Oh, my God!
Itīs what they call a "Classic Eight."
LEAMON: Be careful. I donīt have a map. Donīt get lost!
JACKIE: We had them paint it white, to see it naked before you pick your palette.
What am I picking?
Palette. Your colors.
Oh, yes.
LEAMON: I need to warn you about one thing.
LEAMON: There are going to be some very envious people down at the firm.
There arenīt many of these apartments. Theyīre a partnerīs perk.
LEAMON: You mustīve made quite an impression.
Oh, my God, three bedrooms. You know what that means?
MARY ANN: Babies.
It took us six years to get in here.
MARY ANN: Unbelievable.
KEVIN: Thank you very much.
MARY ANN: Kevin!
[Whispers] Are you really this good?
I sure as hell hope so.
They must want you pretty bad.
Look, Mar...
...līm only getting behind this if youīre on board.
KEVIN: lf you want to go home...
...līm with you.
Sure.
Letīs go back to Gainesville, back to the condo.
You keep scrounging for clients and līll keep repossessing cars for Akamian.
MARY ANN: And maybe, just maybe, if we kill ourselves...
...in about five years we can afford a baby and a weekend shack at Gulf Shores.
[Excitedly] Are you shitting me?
I love you.
[Whispers] I love you, too.
Tadashi Osumi, Media.
Walter Krasna, Maritime Law.
Bashir Toabal, Energy Law.
I run the lslamic subgroup.
Joyce Rensaleer, Mergers and Acquisitions.
Eddie Barzoon, Managing Director and...
...Real Estate.
Pradeed Resh, lntellectual Properties.
Christabella Andrioli, lnternational Trade and Customs...
...EC and G-7.
There it is, Kevin.
JOHN: The whole team.
JOHN: Welcome to Milton, Chadwick and Waters.
LEAMON: So what do you think? You can change the furniture if you like.
I guess itīll do.
Until something better comes along?
Kevin Lomax, Pam Garrety.
Nice to meet you.
Pam was at the Brooklyn D.A.īs office for 14 years...
...so she knows her way around the local scene.
Youīll expedite his bar application?
Itīs in the pipeline. For now, youīll work pro hac vice.
PAM: I petitioned Florida for a letter of good conduct.
And I prepared, at Mr. Miltonīs request, an overview of the Moyez case.
The Moyez case?
OFFICER: Move, move, move!
[Shouting, screaming and chaos on video soundtrack]
[Man yells in protest]
PAM: What do you think?
KEVIN: ltīs a health code case and itīs a loser.
So whatīs the point?
KEVIN: He wants to see if līll plea-bargain. Itīs a test, right?
Isnīt everything?
WOMAN: ltīs an 18th-century ltalian silk damask...
...with an embossed floriated pattern of undulating acanthus leaves.
Lovely, isnīt it?
And this is about what?
MAN: The price?
Itīs about $2,000 a panel.
KEVIN: Weīll take it...
...at $1,400.
You made it.
I thought you said it was impossible.
I thought you said it was important.
MALE VOICE: [Shouts] Go get them, man.
Tell him, "Cut that shit down!"
I know what theyīre doing over there! Thatīs right!
[Dog barking]
Tell him, "Take all that noise back to Africa. "
Good afternoon. Iīm looking for Phillipe Moyez.
[Dog whimpers]
[Clanging of metal door]
[Eerie instrumental beat, background]
KEVIN: Look, līm not sure līm making myself clear.
BOY: Moyez, you need him? To speak with him?
Show him your boots.
KEVIN: Youīre saying heīs down here in the basement?
In the dark?
BOY: Where do you think līm taking you?
MOYEZ: I thought I would recognize you...
...but I do not.
KEVIN: Mr. Moyez?
Weīve never met.
Iīm Kevin Lomax. Iīm a lawyer.
Iīm here about the animals.
We have an investment in blood.
Think of it as spiritual currency.
"Spiritual currency."
Look, Mr. Moyez, līm going to need your help with this.
MOYEZ: What is the name of the man...
...who will prosecute us?
Merto.
KEVIN: Assistant District Attorney Arnold Merto.
What are you doing, Mr. Moyez?
MOYEZ: With this tongue, we create silence.
MOYEZ: You can go now.
You will have all the help...
...l can give you...
...against Monsieur Merto.
Itīs arbor green. What do you think?
Not with your complexion.
New York City health codes.
Thatīs all of it?
Not quite.
Thanks.
Caribbean green.
Something cooler, maybe. Cooler.
A cooler green.
Too institutional.
JACKIE: I love green.
I love it but itīs one thing to wear it and another to have it on your walls.
Iīm just trying to help. Itīs your walls. Do what you want.
PAM: Remember, itīs only a health-code case.
[Sound of paper tearing, Mary Ann groans]
MARY ANN: This is the first time since I was 13, I donīt have a job...
...or two.
I feel like līm floating around in that place.
You know, just drifting around or something.
JACKIE: Youīll settle in.
MARY ANN: We had this little office in the condo....
Thanks.
You know, his side and my side. Real nice.
At night, līd go to sleep, līd see that light on....
[Mary Ann sighs]
If I want to see Leamon...
...l make an appointment.
[Both laugh]
Youīre kidding, right?
God, how do you handle it?
Take a look around, honey.
Look, youīve got three choices.
The Holy Trinity:
You can work...
...you can play...
...or you can breed.
KEVIN: Thatīs a veal roast, Your Honor.
USDA approved and stamped.
KEVIN: Men kill animals and eat their flesh.
Phillipe Moyez killed a goat.
He killed a goat.
And he did it at home...
...in a manner consistent with his religious beliefs.
KEVIN: Now, Mr. Merto may find that bizarre.
Itīs certainly not a religious practice performed by everyone.
Itīs not as common as, say...
...circumcision.
Itīs not as common as the belief that...
...wine transforms into blood.
Some people handle poisonous snakes to prove their faith.
Some people walk on fire.
KEVIN: Phillipe Moyez killed a goat.
And he did it...
...while observing his constitutionally protected...
...religious beliefs.
[Merto begins coughing and choking]
KEVIN: Your Honor, this case is not about keeping goats...
...or transporting goats or goat licensing.
The city was less concerned with the care of the animals...
...than the manner in which they were slaughtered.
Objection!
JUDGE: Enough, enough. I got it.
[Merto continues coughing and choking]
Letīs wrap it up.
Your Honor...
...the city timed this police action to catch my client...
...exercising his constitutionally protected right to religious freedom.
This is a law protecting kosher butchering.
Exactly, Your Honor.
Iīd like to move for a verdict of dismissal.
[Merto continues coughing]
I happen to know a little bit about kashrut law, Mr. Lomax.
KEVIN: līm aware of that, Your Honor.
Thatīs why I feel confident in requesting a dismissal.
Mr. Merto?
[Merto gasping and coughing, unable to speak]
For Godīs sake, man....
[Merto continues gasping and choking]
Congratulations. Great job.
JOHN: [Shouts] Bravo! Bravo!
Pamela, you look lovely.
JOHN: So, Phillipe...
...satisfied?
Always, Jean.
What can I say?
JOHN: Outstanding.
[Ambient street noise]
JOHN: Go figure it, a guy like Moyez...
...living in some subterranean shithole...
...all the while heīs walking around with $15 million in the bank.
Youīre kidding.
What do you think heīs paying us in? Goatīs blood?
Tarzan, weīre billing you out at $400 an hour, my friend.
JOHN: I donīt see a whole lot of pro-bono work in your immediate future.
KEVIN: I figured you came down to make sure I didnīt fuck this up.
Maybe I did.
Donīt get too cocky, my boy. No matter how good you are...
...donīt let them see you coming. Thatīs the gaffe, my friend.
Youīve gotta keep yourself small.
Innocuous.
Be the little guy.
You know, the nerd, the leper...
...the shitkicking surfer. Look at me.
Underestimated from day one.
Youīd never think I was a master of the universe, would you?
Thatīs your only weakness, as far as I can see.
JOHN: Whatīs that?
Itīs the look.
That Florida stud thing.
JOHN: What is that?
Excuse me, maīam. Did I leave my boots under your bed?
[John cackles]
Never worked a jury that didnīt have a woman.
JOHN: You know what youīre missing?
Youīre missing what I have.
Thereīs this beautiful girl, just fucked me 40 ways from Sunday...
...weīre done, sheīs walking to the bathroom, trying to walk...
...she turns...
...she looks...
...itīs me.
Not the Trojan army that just fucked her. Little old me.
JOHN: She gets this look on her face like:
"How the hell did that happen?"
Iīm the hand up Mona Lisaīs skirt.
Iīm a surprise, Kevin.
They donīt see me coming.
JOHN: Thatīs what youīre missing.
JOHN: Whereīs the chicken?
[John speaks in Asian dialect to vendor]
Thereīs a chicken, plays tic-tac-toe, never loses. Heīs famous.
Never loses, like you.
[John cackles]
JOHN: Come on. Iīll show you the fastest way uptown.
Learn the subways, Kevin.
JOHN: Use them.
JOHN: Stay in the trenches.
JOHN: Only way I travel.
KEVIN: Mar?
KEVIN: What happened to the green?
I loved the green!
MARY ANN: Honey, youīre late!
Weīre due up at the Barzoonīs palace in 15 minutes.
KEVIN: Whatīs all this?
MARY ANN: All what?
Jackie says the "whoīs who" of New York is gonna be there tonight.
KEVIN: All this? MARY ANN: Oh, that.
It was going to be a nursery...
...then I remembered youīd have to be home long enough to knock me up.
MARY ANN: So now līm thinking of building a law library.
Oh, baby.
Tell me I can handle this.
You can handle this.
-Say something nice. -Something nice.
[Mary Ann sighs]
Promise me you wonīt leave me alone in there.
I promise.
[Mary Ann moans]
DIANA: There you are.
Hi.
Diana Barzoon. Eddieīs wife.
Nice to meet you.
Kevin Lomax, Health Code Warrior.
EDDIE: All hail.
-Mr. Barzoon, this is Mary Ann. -Nice to meet you.
Well, Kevin, here they are.
EDDIE: Top of the food chain and dinner is served.
I throw these parties twice a year.
Stock market, real estate, politics. Theyīre all players, and theyīre all prospects.
JOYCE: Congratulations.
Remember Rashid? Just in from Beirut.
Congratulations.
Bright young lights.
Youīre going to like this. Come on.
EDDIE: Somebody I want you to meet.
Kevin and Mary Ann Lomax, this is Senator Alfonse DīAmato.
Ambassador Charles Gagano.
EDDIE: ln case you didnīt know, these are the Republicans of New York.
Barzoon always overstates things.
Donald Trump was supposed to be here, but he had a business emergency.
KEVIN: I knew līd find you here. Iīd like you to meet my wife.
Mary Ann, this is Pam Garrety.
-Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.
-Weīre partners in crime. -Someone you must meet.
Excuse me. This is important.
-You are so beautiful. -Oh, thank you.
-I heard you met the senator. -Yes, I did.
-I was married to him. -Really?
Kidding.
[Women giggle]
[Christabella speaks in German]
LEAMON: līd like you to meet Kevin Lomax. Kevin is from Florida.
Heīs new to the firm.
EDDIE: The senator cannot leave.
Whoīs that with the senator?
JACKIE: Oh, God, girl. DIANA: You havenīt met him yet?
MARY ANN: No, who is he?
DIANA: I swear he can hear us.
Hell, he can smell us.
Mary Ann...
...John Milton.
JOHN: I was hoping līd see you here tonight. And here you are.
Already swimming with the sharks.
Careful, hon.
EDDIE: Come on, if you keep thinking small, weīll never make any money on you.
These parties donīt come cheap.
Call him. Talk to him. See what they have to say.
Just get it on tape.
Itīs a wonderful opportunity for Kevin.
Yes, Kevin. Heīs going to do all right if he...
...buys a few new suits...
...learns a few new tricks, heīs there.
Itīs you. What about you?
JOHN: Your family, youīve got to miss them. No?
I told Kevin the only thing worse than not having a father was having mine.
I can relate.
I can, believe me.
The worst vice is advice.
[Mary Ann giggles]
But may I make a suggestion?
Itīs a sensitive....
Itīs about your hair, thatīs why I ask.
No, go ahead.
I mean, you donīt like it?
I like it fine. Itīs beautiful.
Itīs just....
It doesnīt belong to you.
JOHN: Youīre too alive for a perm.
Itīs not you.
You should pull your hair back.
JOHN: Do it. See what happens.
Right now, here, you want me to pull my hair back?
Is that so terrible?
[Mary Ann laughs]
Iīd love to do it, but if I did...
...everyone in this room whoīs pretending not to be watching us...
...would naturally assume that we were fucking or something.
Please.
Okay.
[Mary Ann sighs]
Itīs fun to be right.
CHRISTABELLA: Excuse me.
JOHN: Thatīs a vision.
Youīve gotta cut your hair.
Are you serious?
A womanīs shoulders are the frontlines of her mystique.
And her neck...
...if sheīs alive...
...has all the mystery of a border town.
A no manīs land...
...in that battle...
...between the mind and the body.
You know...
...your natural color would really...
...bring out your eyes.
Do you have this view?
Sorry?
From your terrace, is this your view?
Not exactly.
No terrace and līm about...
...twelve floors down.
KEVIN: What about you?
No, I live downtown.
This is a...
...family building.
Sounds like fun.
Downtown, I mean.
KEVIN: līm just getting to know the city.
Is it everything you expected?
More.
I say we ride them as far as we can, and then eat them.
[Jackie giggles]
Excuse me, Jackie. Have you guys seen Kevin anywhere?
JACKIE: No, līm sure heīs around.
Are you alone?
You mean, tonight?
Is your wife a jealous woman?
Oh, dear, līm going to scare you away.
No, really...
...līm fine.
CHRISTABELLA: Yeah? KEVIN: līm fine.
Bet you like to be on top.
-Donīt you? -Excuse me?
Of the situation.
You prefer to be on top, right?
Depends on the view.
You know what I see?
I see the future...
...of this law firm.
[John cackles]
[John and Christabella speak in ltalian]
Ciao.
We need to talk, Kevin. Somethingīs come up.
But first I want you to find Heath and Eddie Barzoon.
Bring them up to my place. Do it quietly.
Quickly.
No problem. Arnold has a few reporters in his pocket.
Weīll plant a story and destroy his credibility.
Have you seen Kevin?
PAM: No, I havenīt, sweetie. MARY ANN: Okay.
If he doesnīt come to us, heīll regret it.
[John converses in Russian with another man over speaker phone]
Come on.
[John continues conversing over speaker phone]
KEVIN: ls there more to it?
Just this room.
KEVIN: And a bedroom?
EDDIE: No bedroom.
-Where does he sleep? -Who says he sleeps?
Where does he fuck?
JOHN: Everywhere!
[John cackles]
Whatīs up, John?
JOHN: How many hours did we bill Alex Cullen for last year?
16,242.
What did he do now?
Alex Cullen has just been charged with murdering his wife...
...her stepson...
...and a maid.
When did this happen?
Just now. Tonight.
JOHN: līve sent Pam downtown to make bail arrangements.
Theyīre gonna fucking crucify him.
Theyīre gonna line up! I gotta call Meisel.
I want Kevin on this case.
I hope youīre kidding.
Alexander Cullen in a Manhattan triple murder with, excuse me, Kevin?
Youīre dreaming!
You know, līve shaken hands...
...with every marquee defense attorney in this town.
Iīd take Kevin and I donīt look back.
John, youīve got a great eye for talent.
Youīre the master, but you know, I just donīt see this happening.
I want you on board, Eddie.
I appreciate the vote of confidence, but maybe Eddie has a point here.
We can get this case. The manīs our client.
Heīs a business client.
We know him better than he knows himself.
Weīve got the inside track.
Weīve got the best damn trial lawyer in the city. Itīs ours to lose.
Tell that to Cullen.
I want Kevin to tell him.
[Phone rings]
Thereīs Pam.
You gonna fight for this thing or not?
[Phone rings again]
KEVIN: Pam?
No, itīs Kevin.
No, itīs okay. Iīm on it. Yeah, līm on it.
Where are we at?
MARY ANN: You left me there.
I had a fucking panic attack until Jackie told me where you were.
[Sobs] Three hours! You donīt even call!
Stop.
Reset.
KEVIN: līm upstairs with Milton, Heath and Barzoon.
Thereīs a good possibility līm about to catch a triple homicide defendant...
...who also happens to be...
...one of the largest real-estate developers in this city.
KEVIN: I had to bail on the party.
You bailed on me.
KEVIN: Mar?
KEVIN: Did you hear me? MARY ANN: I was all by myself!
KEVIN: For three whole hours.
MARY ANN: The next time you make a promise, try and keep it!
KEVIN: You gotta be kidding me, right?
MARY ANN: Go to hell. And you can go to sleep on the fucking couch!
MAN 1 : You sure heīs up there? MAN 2: Yeah, CNN passed the word.
ALEXANDER: Look at this.
Iīm not out 20 minutes, and līm being followed by the press.
Theyīre like insects.
EDDIE: Alex, just calm down and listen, okay?
I donīt know. Maybe youīre right. Maybe he is a whiz kid, but Jesus Christ!
This is my ass weīre talking about!
Alex, you know how this town works.
Youīve got enemies here you havenīt heard from.
Now, with this...
JOHN: ...now that youīre down...
...līd get ready for one of those...
...Class-A, New York-style pigfucks.
JOHN: You know whatīs coming.
Now youīre going to have to ask yourself, "who do you trust?"
ALEXANDER: I donīt know.
Iīm gonna have to look around.
KEVIN: You donīt have time to shop, Mr. Cullen.
Jury selection started today at every breakfast table in the city.
This is what people know:
Three dead bodies.
KEVIN: You discover the crime.
You call it in. Youīve got blood on your person and clothes.
And Mr. Cullen....
Your prints are on the murder weapon.
ALEXANDER: How do you know that?
Thereīs a second print in blood.
Itīs a partial of a hand on the wall next to the bodies.
I have keys. I called the cops from the house! I touched the goddamn wall!
I panicked! I was panicked!
We need 12 people who can see past all that.
-I touched the goddamn wall! -Iīd get in front of this fast.
I panicked! ls that a crime?
ALEXANDER: I didnīt kill anybody.
ALEXANDER: This is a nightmare.
How am I going to convince anybody? līm innocent.
EDDIE: Heīs right, Alex.
People need to hear these things.
Christ, Eddie.
Youīre not happy tomorrow? The next day?
Weīll move over.
But right now, this moment...
...you need immediate representation.
I have a 14-year-old stepdaughter...
...who I care more about than anything in this world.
They wouldnīt let me talk to her from downtown.
They wonīt let me talk to her now that līm out!
We need to issue a statement.
Heīs a winner, Alex.
JOHN: Just like you were.
And theyīll never see him coming.
Jesus Christ.
Iīve got some tough phone calls līve got to....
[Sighs]
My place, tomorrow.
ALEXANDER: Alone.
[Angrily] You better be every fucking inch as good as he says you are.
Not if they were giving it away.
DIANA: Come on, Mary Ann. Letīs check out Yoshiīs.
JACKIE: Andrea? ANDREA: Yes?
Another one of these, please.
ANDREA: Right away.
-No, no, no! -Yes, yes, yes....
I want you loose and pliable this afternoon.
Oh, Lord, this is $3,000.
JACKIE: You know what you should do?
You should buy it...
...wear it once, and then throw it away.
That will loosen you up.
[Mary Ann giggles]
I say spend it all.
DIANA: lf you never see your husband, have a relationship with his money.
DIANA: I swear...
...if Eddie wasnīt afraid of me shouting my mouth off...
...he wouldīve put a cellulite clause in the pre-nup.
Dr. Robert, līm telling you...
...heīs a miracle man. Youīve seen my new tits.
JACKIE: Who does it better than that?
Itīs not my tits līm worried about.
Not too big....
JACKIE: Perfect.
Real or not?
They look real.
They must be real.
Feel them.
No, itīs okay, really.
Go ahead. Thatīs the ultimate test. Come on.
Feel real?
Yes, absolutely real.
Dr. Robert.
When youīre ready.
[Warped, demonic sound effects, Mary Ann gasps]
So, what do you think?
I donīt care if they can hear me. [Screams] I donīt care!
I donīt like it here, Kevin.
And these women! My God, I mean, līm seeing things for Christīs sake!
-You just left them in the store? -Yes!
KEVIN: Calm down! MARY ANN: [Screams] No!
-Listen to me! -[Shrieks] No!
Mar? Mar?
First....
You do this radical thing to your hair.
[Sobs] You hate it.
KEVIN: Stop. Itīs fine.
I think itīs fine. But I also think itīs traumatic.
Youīve got the pressure of fitting in with new friends.
A new place.
Add to that a couple bottles of wine.
[Angrily] No. It wasnīt the wine, Kevin.
It wasnīt the wine, or my hair, or talking to Kathy...
...or anything like that!
MARY ANN: Because I know thatīs what youīre gonna say.
What about Kathy?
What about your sister?
What about her? Sheīs pregnant again.
Thatīs got nothing to do with this?
Kevin, I never see you anymore.
And now that youīve got this big case, itīs just only gonna get worse.
If you can believe it...
...līm actually looking forward to having your mother come and visit.
What about the apartment?
[Screams] Goddamn you!
Why do you always have to change things around?
This is not about the apartment! I hate this stupid place!
You know...
...you buy a couple new suits and youīre fine.
Itīs a little more than that.
I have this whole fucking place to fill!
I know we have all this money and itīs supposed to be fun, but itīs not!
Itīs like a test. The whole thing is like one big test.
And God...!
[Mary Ann sobs and gasps for air]
I am so lonely!
MARY ANN: I miss you so much.
KEVIN: līm sorry, baby.
MARY ANN: I donīt know what to do.
Letīs make a baby.
Donīt tease me.
I wouldnīt do that.
Not unless you asked.
Oh, baby.
[Heavy breathing]
CHRISTABELLAīS VOICE: Do you have this view?
[Romantic instrumental music]
[Kevin moans]
MARY ANN: Kevin.
Make love to me.
[Chanting, background]
[Christabella giggles]
[Moaning and heavy breathing, music intensifies]
[Laughs] What are you doing?
[Moaning and heavy breathing]
Stop.
Oh, God.
God!
Where are you?
Iīm right here.
No, youīre not.
[Heavy breathing]
ALEXANDER: Why do we have to keep going?
KEVIN: Because it needs to be clear.
Because I need to know and understand exactly...
...what happened.
Youīre standing there, you look down...
...thereīs the gun.
I donīt know why I picked it up.
It was before I saw Elucindaīs body.
You kneeled down to pick it up?
You work late, you come home, you walk in, everybodyīs dead!
[Yells] ltīs not something you plan for!
Stop. Back up.
Two prints by the gun.
KEVIN: "Right hand."
"Right knee."
Right knee.
Weīve been over this.
KEVIN: līm trying to picture it.
Your hand...
...your hand came from...
...inside and underneath?
Do you want to see it? Here. Iīll fucking show you.
See? Did you see it? Was it clear?
ALEXANDER: You got it?
Whose gun is that?
ALEXANDER: ltīs mine! KEVIN: Are you out of your mind?
Youīre charged with a triple homicide, youīre walking around with a gun!
I have had nine death threats!
Give it over. Give me the gun.
I gotta protect myself.
Thatīs my job. When the case is over, you can have it back.
This is a deal breaker, Alex.
[Alexander groans]
KEVIN: Letīs wrap it up.
ALEXANDER: So, whatīs next?
We need to talk to your assistant, Mrs. Black.
Call her.
You feel confident sheīll back you on the time?
Melissa, yeah, yeah.
Sheīs okay. Sheīs a straight arrow.
KEVIN: Weīre going to talk to her...
...and youīre not going to talk to anybody, all right?
All right?
No comment.
REPORTER: There they are!
[Ambient street noise, voices approaching]
REPORTER 1 : Kevin, how about a couple shots?
REPORTER 2: How does it feel to get the biggest murder trial in New York?
REPORTER 1 : Look over here! Are you really going to plead Cullen not guilty?
ALICE: What is happening?
Since the case, Kevinīs pictureīs been in the paper.
[Scattered voices, background]
He always did like to stick his nose in the camera.
DOORMAN: Sorry about that. KEVIN: No problem.
Did you have a nice dinner?
ALICE: Oh, I surely did. Are you hungry?
Oh, no, maīam. Thank you.
[Alice giggles]
Welcome to Babylon, Ma.
JOHN: Speak of the devil.
I was just telling them the Moyez story.
Really?
This is your mother.
Yes, Mom, this is--
John Milton.
Alice Lomax.
Itīs a pleasure to meet you.
[Nervously] How do you do?
-Youīre looking lovely. -Thanks.
I believe you met Christabella.
Yes, I think we did.
And Gizelle.
Fresh in from Paris.
MARY ANN: Great.
Nice to meet you.
[Elevator bell rings]
JOHN: Three for you...
...and my place.
KEVIN: Thanks for the champagne.
JOHN: Youīre very welcome, Kevin.
JOHN: This isnīt really your first visit to New York, now, is it, Mrs. Lomax?
Yes.
[John cackles]
JOHN: Youīve done one hell of a job bringing him up, Mrs. Lomax.
Iīm sure...
...it wasnīt easy.
No.
[Elevator bell rings, John laughs]
Mom, weīre here.
Good night to you.
Good night, Mary Ann.
Kevin, hang on.
How about Cullen? Howīs it going?
JOHN: Everything on beam?
Thatīs a long conversation.
Want to come up and tell me?
Now?
[Dramatic instrumental beat, background]
Letīs talk tomorrow.
You sure?
Yeah.
[Eerie chanting, background]
MARY ANN: ls that what youīre doing when youīre working late?
KEVIN: Whatīre you talking about?
MARY ANN: You know exactly what līm talking about.
KEVIN: Thatīs ridiculous. MARY ANN: Yeah, right.
MARY ANN: līm going to bed.
MARY ANN: Good night, Alice. ALICE: īNight.
[Eerie sound effects echo]
KEVIN: Oh, shit!
Mom, what are you doing?
Iīm going home.
What are you talking about?
I donīt feel right.
Look, you just got here.
KEVIN: And I just got my teeth kicked in on the front page, so I gotta run.
Weīll talk later, okay?
Okay?
ALICE: I have to go, Kevin.
I miss my church.
This is New York. There must be 20,000 churches. Take your pick.
You need to do a better job with Mary Ann.
ALICE: She is not well.
-This place is not good for her. -So stay.
Take care of her, if youīre so concerned.
Help me out.
Iīll take her home if you let me.
This is home. Understand?
This is where we live.
Iīm not going back to Gainesville.
KEVIN: Unbelievable.
"Wide is the gate...
"...and broad is the way that leadeth to temptation."
Itīs a little early for Scripture.
Iīm going to work. You can do whatever you want.
[Bang of door echoes, low-pitched dramatic sound effects]
MELISSA: Does my babysitter have to testify?
KEVIN: We need her to establish the time you returned home.
MELISSA: She doesnīt have a green card, is why I ask.
I would hate for her to get in trouble.
Tell you what, Melissa....
Letīs talk to her first. See where she stands and take it from there.
PAM: līll make sure Melissa gets down to the car.
Mr. Cullen didnīt kill those people.
MELISSA: I know him. Heīs a difficult man, but he couldnīt kill anyone.
Thatīs why weīre all working so hard.
Thank you.
MELISSA: Can I have the car stop at my ex-husbandīs?
MELISSA: My son left his jacket there. PAM: Sure.
EDDIE: Remember, no shredding in the building trash, only in the private refuse.
EDDIE: Excelsior Securities, whoīs handling that?
MAN: I am. EDDIE: All this has got to go.
Guatemala, Sudan, Cyprus....
EDDIE: Vagada Holdings, itīll take you all night. Just Vagada Holdings.
I thought I was the only one working late.
[Sounds of shredding, paper shuffling, scattered voices]
[Chuckles nervously] So did we.
EDDIE: Back to work. This is not a break.
KEVIN: Good news.
We just wrapped up with Cullenīs assistant. Looks like a great alibi.
What a pleasant surprise.
Looks like youīve got your hands full.
EDDIE: ltīs just a little...
...housekeeping.
EDDIE: lf anyone should ask...
...you never saw this.
Who would ask?
Weaver.
Whoīs that?
Justice Department. Weaver Commission.
You donīt know about him?
Sorry.
How nice for you.
JOHN: Grab your coat. The night is young. Weīre going to the Garden. Ringside.
Title fight.
JOHN: Roy Jones, Jr.
I have to call Mary Ann.
Do it on the way.
Get my message?
I did. You write beautifully.
[John cackles]
[Roar of subway engine echoes]
KEVIN: Whatīs this Weaver Commission?
JOHN: I donīt like to micro-manage.
Find the talent, then delegate.
Who the hell knows what Eddieīs up to?
Heīs got a lot of fingers in a lot of pies.
Excuse me.
What the fuck are you looking at?
You. You deaf or something? You donīt hear me?
I hear you fine.
So get the fuck out of my car.
Why? I didnīt know it was your car. Iīm having a good time here.
Iīm telling you, motherfucker...
...get the fuck out of my car--
KEVIN: Shit.
Get out before I cut your throat.
[Screaming, background]
Fuck that.
JOHN: [In Spanish]
How do you know?
JOHN: Enjoy yourself.
You still got time.
JOHN: Thereīs a train coming the other way. Youīll just catch it.
Youīll thank me in the morning.
If you ainīt right....
Iīm right.
JOHN: Youīll see.
Invigorating.
[John cackles]
KEVIN: What did you say to him?
I told him if he didnīt leave us alone, youīd kick his ass.
JOHN: Look, thereīs a lady getting up from her seat. Come on.
[Loud and chaotic cheering from crowd]
Give it to him! You want this round? You are on!
JOHN: Royīs gonna get him. Now, now, now!
[Sounds of punching, groaning and crowd screaming]
KEVIN: Fixed!
-What a beauty! -Iīm glad you could come!
JOHN: I want you to meet my new heavyweight, here. Kevin Lomax.
How are you?
Iīm well.
[Spanish flamenco music]
[Clapping and stomping]
KEVIN: And say what?
Heīs the senior partner at the--
Youīre really starting to piss me off.
[Clapping, stomping, cheering, flamenco music continues]
Yes, līm having one cigarette.
You want me to lie? One cigarette after seven months is not--
Thatīs exactly what līm saying!
Go to bed. I have no idea.
Stop. This guy pays our bills.
The food, the heat, the rent on that enormous apartment we live in.
I live there, too.
Mar?
JOHN: Give it back to me!
[Laughter, scattered conversations]
JOHN: Kevin....
Babs Coleman.
Kevin Lomax.
JOHN: Babs is from Georgia Tech. Itīs your neck of the woods.
Thereīs Tiffany.
JOHN: New additions. Where are you from?
Donīt tell me!
Michigan!
Howīd you know? Oh, my goodness.
How did he know?
TIFFANY: That is so good.
[John cackles, all laugh]
Cheers.
[Eerie sound effects, warped and vibrating]
Kevin?
Honey?
[Instrumental sound effects like the faint sound of voices]
[Kitchen utensils clatter]
Hello?
Who is there?
MARY ANN: I got a knife.
[Phone knocked off hook, beeps]
[Door creaks]
[Mary Ann breathes rapidly, gasps]
MARY ANN: [Whispers] Oh, Jesus.
[Knife bangs onto ground]
MARY ANN: Baby...
...howīd you get here?
Are you okay?
Oh, God.
Whereīs your mommy?
You ainīt got no mommy? What do you got there?
What are you playing with?
[Eerie instrumental sound effects]
[Screams] Oh, God!
[Wind whistling resembling sound of howling voices]
KEVIN: Baby, please.
Baby, there is no blood.
There is no blood. It was a dream.
It was a dream.
Itīs not a dream if itīs true.
Look, letīs get you undressed and in the tub, okay?
[Sobs] No!
I know you.
Youīll leave me now for sure.
MARY ANN: [Screams] No! Get away from me!
KEVIN: līm confused.
Why?
What is it now?
Did you like the green?
MARY ANN: You did, didnīt you?
We should go back to the green.
Iīm calling the doctor. Iīm going to get you some help.
They took my ovaries, Kevin.
They took my ovaries!
I told you! Right here!
KEVIN: Mary Ann, it was a nightmare. It didnīt happen.
MARY ANN: My sisters have seven children between them.
My mother had Derek when she was 45.
[Sobs] You couldīve set a clock by my periods.
Baby...
...what are you talking about?
Kevin, I canīt have children.
What?
Says who?
The doctor.
I was there yesterday.
"Non-specific ovarian failure."
Thatīs ridiculous.
Shhh!
MARY ANN: Oh, God.
Did you just hear that?
Listen.
Can you hear that?
No.
Youīre going to leave me, arenīt you?
I know you.
MARY ANN: God....
[Phone ringing]
No, Kevin.
Itīs these monsters.
MARY ANN: I dreamt about this.
Baby, I gotta take this.
No, youīve gotta listen to me.
[Gasps] Why donīt--
I gotta take this.
Itīs going to be okay.
Yeah?
KEVIN: [Angrily] Fuck!
I knew the D.A. was holding out on us.
Get the discovery package over here, right now.
KEVIN: I donīt care. Find Cullen.
I get one supervised hour a week with my stepdaughter.
I am in there with two shrinks and three social workers.
You better have a good reason for calling me out.
Your wife, the day she was killed, had lunch with a friend.
She says, and I quote: "Alex is fucking around and I can prove it."
Thatīs hearsay. That never gets in.
Wrong answer.
Your prenuptial agreementīs on file at the firm.
The contract is void in the event of marital infidelity.
You fuck around, she gets rich.
Thatīs a motive, Alex.
KEVIN: What do I need to know?
Melissa, my assistant.
She wasnīt even that good a fuck.
And...
...on the night in question?
I was boning my assistant the night my wife got shot.
Iīve got to re-interview Melissa.
No, forget it. Weīre not telling that story.
Juries want honesty. Fuck with that at your peril.
Alessandra, wait!
KEVIN: Alex! ALEXANDER: Alessandra!
Not now. Mrs. Skylar, please!
MRS. SKYLAR: Timeīs up, Mr. Cullen.
Alex!
I canīt!
ALEXANDER: This isnīt fair. I had 15 more minutes.
MRS. SKYLAR: Youīll just have to wait until next week.
ALEXANDER: līll see you next week. MAN: Thatīs it, līm sorry.
KEVIN: For sleep.
And she can take that during the day?
No, she wonīt be driving.
Iīll have the pharmacy call you right back.
Heīs not sure. He thinks it could be some kind of hormonal imbalance.
Iīm taking you off the case.
What?
I want you to drop this case.
This case? Cullen?
-Iīve got a jury showing up. -Do you love this woman?
-Of course I do. -Then what are you doing?
Sheīs sick.
Everyone will understand. Iīll understand.
What about Cullen?
We find somebody new.
You consult.
You live to fight another day.
What are you talking about? I put together a great jury.
Itīs a disappointment. We have them.
All of us have them. You use it. You embrace it. And then you move on.
KEVIN: Hang on.
Weīve gotta talk about this.
Listen to yourself, Kevin. "Weīve gotta talk about this."
Itīs your wife!
Sheīs sick, she needs you.
Sheīs got to come first.
All right, wait a minute.
Do you mean the possibility of leaving this case has never entered your mind?
You know what scares me?
I quit the case, she gets better...
...and I hate her for it.
KEVIN: I donīt want to resent her.
Iīve got a winner here.
Iīve got to nail this fucker down and put it behind me. Just get it done.
Then...
...then...
...put all my energy into her.
I stand corrected.
JOHN: Fill me in. Did Cullenīs assistant admit to the affair?
KEVIN: She did to me, but...
...she wonīt in court.
JOHN: Convince her otherwise.
BROYGO: And when all that evidence is laid before you...
...when all these pieces weave together, you will conclude...
...you will know...
...that Alexander Cullen is guilty...
...of murdering three people...
...in cold blood...
...and with malice aforethought.
Thank you.
Your Honor.
JUDGE: We can break for lunch now or you can do a stop and start.
If itīs a choice, līll go now.
KEVIN: I wonīt be as long as Mr. Broygo.
Proceed.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury...
...l know youīve spent all morning listening to Mr. Broygo.
I know youīre hungry.
What I need to tell you wonīt take very long at all.
I donīt like Alexander Cullen.
I donīt think heīs a nice person.
I donīt expect you to like him.
Heīs been a terrible husband to all three of his wives.
Heīs been a destructive force in the lives of his stepchildren.
Heīs cheated the city, his partners...
...his employees.
Heīs paid hundreds of thousands of dollars in penalties and fines.
I donīt like him.
Iīm going to tell you some things during the course of this trial...
...that are going to make you like him even less.
But this isnīt a popularity contest.
Itīs a murder trial.
And the single most important provable fact of this proceeding...
...is that Alexander Cullen was somewhere else...
...when these...
...horrible crimes took place.
Now, the State....
The State is going all out here.
Theyīve got this whole team here...
...throwing everything but the kitchen sink at this case.
I want one thing from you.
Thatīs it.
One thing.
I want you to ask yourself:
"ls not liking this man...
"...reason enough...
"...to convict him of murder?"
Enjoy your lunch.
Weīll talk again.
What the fuck was that about? Theyīre going to hate me!
Listen to me like youīve never to anyone before in your life.
Iīm gonna bust my ass to make sure they hate you.
Because as long as youīre boning Melissa, youīre not home killing your wife!
Why didnīt you say something before?
Then it doesnīt look spontaneous.
You got it now.
[Mumbles] Yeah.
[Traffic noise, cars honking]
EDDIE: Hey! Kevin!
Saw you go in.
Whatīs up?
Congratulations.
-Itīs not over yet. -Iīm not talking about the trial.
What are you talking about?
How the fuck does your name get on the firmīs charter?
What?
It looks like itīs been there for years.
So, now youīre a partner. When did that happen?
EDDIE: You know, I still am the managing director of this firm.
You want my job, take me head on.
You backdoor me one more time...
...and līll take your partnership papers and shove them down your throat!
I donīt know what youīre talking about. I sure donīt like your tone of voice.
Bullshit.
Youīve got a problem with documents...
...l suggest you put together one of your late-night shredding sessions.
Aah!
You think youīre tough enough to run this firm?
EDDIE: Remember the Weaver Commission investigation?
Tell your mentor...
...the next time Weaver calls me, maybe līll just...
...pick up the phone.
JOHN: Was he drunk? KEVIN: I doubt it.
He was going running.
What the hell was he talking about?
Eddieīs got himself in trouble again.
And he wants me to save him. Only this time, I canīt.
Why does he think līm after his job?
JOHN: You ever have any experience with manic depression?
KEVIN: Not directly, no.
You do now.
OPERATOR ON INTERCOM: 346.
Itīs me. Get Eddie Barzoon.
JOHN: He may be out running, so you might have to page him.
JOHN: ltīs an emergency. OPERATOR: Yes, sir.
You look like you could use a drink.
Yes, thanks.
JOHN: Eddie Barzoon....
[John cackles, simulated sound of heartbeat echoes]
I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab...
...and a pregnant receptionist.
Godīs creature, right?
JOHN: Godīs special creature?
Iīve warned him, Kevin.
Iīve warned him every step of the way.
Watching him bounce around like a fucking game.
Like a wind-up toy.
Like 250 pounds...
...of self-serving greed on wheels.
The next thousand years is right around the corner.
Eddie Barzoon...
...take a good look because...
...heīs the poster child for the next millennium.
JOHN: These people...
...itīs no mystery where they come from.
[Loud, exaggerated breathing echoes]
You sharpen the human appetite...
...to the point where it can split atoms with its desire.
You build egos the size of cathedrals.
Fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse.
JOHN: Grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green...
...gold-plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor...
JOHN: ...becomes his own god. Where can you go from there?
PASSERBY: [Voice echoes] Wrong way! EDDIE: Yeah, yeah.
PASSERBY: [Voice echoes] Fuck you--
JOHN: As weīre scrambling...
...from one deal to the next...
...whoīs got his eye on the planet?
JOHN: As the air thickens, the water sours...
...even beesī honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity...
...and itjust keeps coming, faster and faster.
EDDIE: [Screams nervously] Help! Stop it!
JOHN: Thereīs no chance to think, to prepare.
Itīs buy futures, sell futures...
...when there is no future.
We got a runaway train, boy.
We got a billion Eddie Barzoons alljogging into the future.
Every one of them is getting ready to fistfuck Godīs ex-planet...
...lick their fingers clean...
...as they reach out toward their pristine...
...cybernetic keyboards...
...to tote up their fucking billable hours.
[Eddie gasps for air]
JOHN: And then it hits home.
You got to pay your own way, Eddie.
Itīs a little late in the game to buy out now.
Give me your watch.
I like this watch! Do you think youīre just going to take it?
[Eddie screams]
JOHN: Your bellyīs too full...
...your dick is sore...
...your eyes are bloodshot and youīre screaming for someone to help.
But guess what?
[Eddieīs screams echo]
JOHN: Thereīs no one there!
Youīre all alone, Eddie.
Youīre Godīs special little creature.
[Mary Ann gasps]
No!
JOHN: Maybe itīs true.
Maybe God threw the dice once too often.
Maybe He let us all down.
[Wind roars, eerie sound effects]
KEVIN: You testified the defendant called you at 4:30...
...to ask you to come to his office gym for the purposes of sex.
Yes.
KEVIN: Mr. Cullen, though, heīs not just your lover, is he?
Heīs the boss.
Yes.
So two hours go by before you act on his request?
Yes, I went up at 6:10.
It was 6:10 because I heard the weather coming on the news.
Okay, stop.
This prosecutor is no fool.
Heīs going to change tempo, attitude, tone of voice.
Heīs going to come out with questions you never thought of just to screw you up.
So what do we do?
Yes and no answers. Stay calm.
Exactly.
KEVIN: ls it your testimony, Mrs. Black, that between the hours of 6:10 and 9:40...
...you were engaged in sexual congress with the defendant?
Yes.
At any point during this three-hour marathon...
...did you lose sight of the defendant?
MELISSA: No. KEVIN: Did he use the bathroom?
MELISSA: Yes. KEVIN: ls he circumcised?
You understand the question?
Yeah.
So is he cut or not?
Yes.
Which is it?
Youīve polished his knob three times a week for six months.
You donīt know if he has foreskin?
Iīve had enough of your fucking game!
Why donīt you take your questions and shove them up your ass!
[Scattered conversations, sobbing]
CHRISTABELLA: Kevin?
KEVIN: Whatīs happening?
CHRISTABELLA: [Sobs] ltīs Eddie Barzoon.
What about him?
Heīs dead. He was killed.
KEVIN: When? JOYCE: Last night.
-In the park. -He was running, if you can believe it.
What is wrong with people?
LEAMON: At least they got the scumbags who did it.
KEVIN: Who?
Two old homeless crazies.
Youīre due in court in 30 minutes.
PAM: Get your things together. MELISSA: Are we finished in here or what?
Iīll bring Melissa down to the car. You better get going.
I want you to put Eddie aside. Let me worry about it.
JOHN: Youīve got to deal with Cullen.
Youīve got to marshal your strength. Prioritize. Conserve your energy.
I canīt put her on the stand.
JOHN: What choice do you have? KEVIN: I know sheīs lying!
Sheīs lying because she didnīt answer you fast enough? She lied to you? No.
JOHN: She said nothing.
Fact is, youīll never know anyway.
He killed those people.
You really believe that?
KEVIN: He set me up.
Cullen fucking set me up. Melissa...the whole thing.
I know it.
Got to go with your gut.
Thatīs your advice?
Iīll back you either way.
JOHN: Maybe itīs your time to lose.
Think I havenīt lost before?
Kevin?
We talked about this, remember?
Pressure.
Take a big whiff.
All rise!
BAILIFF: The Honorable Armand Poe presiding.
BAILIFF: Please be seated.
JUDGE: All right, Mr. Lomax...
...you may present your case.
[Dramatic instrumental beat, background]
JUDGE: Mr. Lomax....
I call Melissa Black.
BAILIFF: Raise your right hand.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth...
...nothing but the truth, so help you God?
I do.
[Scattered voices, running footsteps]
[Dramatic music intensifies]
PAM: Kevin! Kevin!
MAN: Feeney, itīs him.
She didnīt look well. Felix tried to talk to her.
-Where is she? -Church of the Heavenly Hope.
[Dramatic instrumental music, background]
[Kevin breathes heavily]
Honey.
KEVIN: ltīs me.
What happened?
Are you okay?
He let himself in. You need to know that.
Who let himself in?
The bath...
...was running or something.
I didnīt hear him. I swear to you.
And then we talked.
And we talked for hours.
And I havenīt talked to anyone...
...really talked to anyone in so long.
Did somebody hurt you?
Yeah.
Who?
Milton.
What?
He fucked me.
And I think I wanted him to, but then I just....
I donīt know, I just couldnīt stop him.
He just wouldnīt stop.
KEVIN: When?
-Baby, when? -Today.
The whole afternoon.
Iīm so ashamed.
Today?
KEVIN: Today he was in court.
[Yells] He was in court in my presence all afternoon!
MARY ANN: No! KEVIN: Yes!
Yes!
God, no, Kevin.
Kevin, līm not crazy.
MARY ANN: You have to believe me.
[Gasping for air] Oh, Jesus.
MARY ANN: [Screams] He did this to me!
MARY ANN: No!
[Sobs] He did this to me.
[Sobs] What did you do to yourself?
KEVIN: What are we going to do?
KEVIN: What am I going to do?
NURSE: Sign there. And your relationship.
Sheīs calm now. This might be a good time to say good night to her.
I know why this is happening.
They want you to sleep.
Itīs the money.
Blood money.
MARY ANN: We just drank it down, both of us.
We knew it.
Winning those cases, taking the money. We knew they were guilty.
MARY ANN: But you just kept on winning...
...every time.
[Mary Ann struggles to breathe]
And I canīt look at myself in the mirror.
And then I see a monster.
MARY ANN: [Sobs] Donīt do this, Kevin.
Please take me home.
[Crying] Please donīt do this.
Iīm not crazy.
[Organ plays funeral procession]
Doesnīt Diana look fabulous?
Alessandra, you look ravishing.
Mrs. Skylar.
PRIEST: We are here today...
...to remember Eddie Barzoon.
Isnīt she lovely?
PRIEST: We have gathered to seek shelter in our common grief.
To draw strength toward our tested faith.
So what do they say?
JACKIE: Howīs Mary Ann?
They donīt know.
Sheīs falling apart.
Hallucinations.
Milton....
Itīs bad.
Do you have room for one more?
PRIEST: Beloved father.
Devoted husband.
Trusted friend.
Esteemed colleague. Benevolent citizen.
All of these things.
And yet one thing more:
Child of God.
And it is to that Father that he now returns.
Eddie Barzoon...
...such a vibrant member of our community...
PRIEST: ...has moved beyond us now.
He has entered...
...a new communion.
And for that it is a time of rejoicing.
God, who is our refuge and our strength.
God, who is that very present help...
...in time of trouble.
"Therefore we will not fear...
"...though the Earth should change...
"...though the mountains shake in the heart of the sea...
"...though its waters roar and foam...
"...though the mountains tremble with its tumult. "
We cannot fear too long...
...for Eddie Barzoon...
...has gone home.
[Door slams shut and echoes]
[Organ music continues with dramatic instrumental undertones]
MITCH: Mr. Lomax?
No comment. Iīll have something for you later.
Iīm a friend of Eddie Barzoon.
MITCH: You donīt know me, but Eddie mentioned your name.
Mitch Weaver, Justice Department?
KEVIN: Staking out the funeral?
Looking for you, actually.
Iīm in a hurry. I need to talk to my wife.
Just wanted to ask you, off the record.... I have a few questions about Eddie.
[Faint sound of chanting, background]
MITCH: Milton-Chadwick-Waters is a little more than a law firm.
But I assumed you knew that.
MITCH: Vagada Holdings? līm sure youīve heard of it.
London, Kinshasa, Karachi: arms brokering, mostly.
Munzer-Dietch, in Berlin, Djakarta: chemical weapons and toxic waste.
Ivanco Limited, Moscow: money laundering for the eastern bloc.
It goes on and on and on. Milton is into everything.
Barzoon was coming in, Kevin. He was going to testify.
DeSoto and Dibalista, Panama.
That firm sets up bank accounts for judges in South America.
Huge drug cases, murder, everything.
[Yells] What the fuck do you want? Heīs a lawyer!
Now stay off my back!
This is a first-time last-time offer.
MITCH: līm learning about you.
I talked to some old friends in Florida this morning.
The Gettys case?
MITCH: Eighth grade teacher?
They found him yesterday!
He had the body of a 10-year-old girl in the trunk of his car!
[Operatic voices and musical beat intensify]
[Sizzling sound of water boiling]
[Car horn honks]
[Screaming and banging]
[Car brakes screech]
BYSTANDER: ls he all right? Get help!
[Light chorale music, background]
NURSE: Marie, do you want to go to the party?
Come on.
Horace will be disappointed.
Itīs a birthday party. We can sing.
"...indeed, His divine power...
"...has granted us all things pertaining to life and piety...
"...through the knowledge of Him who has called us--"
What are you doing here?
I came this morning.
I kept calling the house and getting no answer.
ALICE: I need to talk to you.
We got her on the first flight up this morning.
Are you all right, Kevin?
[Kevin cries and attempts to speak]
I donīt know.
Would you excuse us for a moment, please?
PAM: Sure.
How you doing, sweetie?
I know something thatīll make you feel better.
PAM: There.
I shouldnīt have left. I knew it.
Iīll never forgive myself.
-Thereīs nothing you couldīve done. -I couldīve told you the truth.
About what?
Baptist Endeavor Youth Crusade, 1966.
I was here in New York.
That night in the elevator, you never let me answer.
What are you talking about?
I stayed here a week in the Tremont Hotel.
ALICE: They had a restaurant downstairs where we ate almost every meal.
Wait. Stop.
Your father was a waiter in that restaurant.
My father?
This is great, Ma.
Honey, please listen.
Now?
You do this now?
[Angrily] Your timing, itīs superb.
You wait 30 years, you fly up here, you pick today?
Obviously līm not under enough pressure. I donīt have enough on my mind!
[Shrieks] Listen to me!
Kevin! Kevin!
"Behold, I send you out as sheep amidst the wolves! "
Donīt you look beautiful now.
Take a look and see.
Itīs all right, dear. Look.
No.
Go on, take a look.
See how beautiful you are?
See?
[Pam screams, mirror smashes]
What happened?
PAM: She attacked me.
[Pam sobs]
KEVIN: Mary Ann!
Open the door.
Open the door, Mar.
[Instrumental music with chanting, background]
Open the door!
[Kevin bangs on door]
Itīs okay.
KEVIN: [Yells] Open the door!
MARY ANN: [Shrieks] No!
KEVIN: Come on!
Open the door!
[Mary Ann shrieks and cries, Kevin continues banging on door]
Open the door, Mar!
Oh, my God! Get somebody! Go! Go! Mar, look at me!
ALICE: Somebody! Help!
KEVIN: No! Mar!
Get help!
Go!
KEVIN: [Hysterically] Sweetheart!
[Banging and smashing continues]
[Screams] Mar! No! No!
KEVIN: Look at me!
I love you.
[Wails] No! No! No!
[Sobs] What have you done?
What have you done?
We need a doctor in here!
We need a doctor!
Please stay with me, Mar!
Stay with me, Mar!
NURSE: Get Dr. Job in here now!
Sir, get away so that I can help her. Now!
Sir, off! Go!
NURSE: Come on. Come on.
-[Wails] Help her. -Out of the way.
NURSE: Get Dr. Job, please! līm losing her!
Finish the story.
KEVIN: 1966. You were in New York.
Thereīs a waiter in a restaurant.
Finish the story.
He talked to me.
Nobodyīd ever really talked to me before.
Sixteen years old, a thousand miles away from home, someone takes an interest....
Knew the Bible, every word. Just knew it by heart.
Every meal, there he was at my ear and I was....
That last night he came to say good-bye and...
...l started crying.
And he told me:
"Behold, I send you out as sheep amidst the wolves."
KEVIN: I want to hear you say it.
His face that night, I knew it was him.
Say it.
ALICE: You were so proud youīd just come to New York...
-...and done this all on your own. -[Screams] Say it!
I didnīt have the heart to tell you. You wondered yourself. The money...
...that apartment, the attention, everything out of nowhere!
[Screaming] Say it!
Milton, heīs your...
...father.
ALICE: Heīs your father.
Somehow he found us.
ALICE: He tracked you down. KEVIN: No.
He did.
Heīs always been there.
I know that now.
Watching.
Waiting.
Playing us like a game.
What do you mean?
I gotta go.
No, leave it alone. Stay here with me.
Forget about him. We can leave here.
[Begs] We can go home. We donīt ever have to see him again.
I canīt do it.
You go home. You go home.
I have to go.
KEVIN: I have to go. ALICE: Wait!
I love you.
There you are.
Look at you. Youīre terrified.
Not to worry.
Heīll take away that fear.
You donīt ever have to be frightened again.
Go on.
Heīs waiting for you.
Go.
[Chorale music plays, background]
JOHN: You were right about one thing.
[Voice echoes] I have been watching. Couldnīt help myself.
[Whispers] Watching.
Waiting.
Holding my breath.
But līm no puppeteer, Kevin.
I donīt make things happen.
JOHN: Doesnīt work like that.
Whatīd you do to Mary Ann?
JOHN: Free will.
Itīs like butterfly wings.
Once touched, they never get off the ground.
I only set the stage.
You pull your own strings.
What did you do to Mary Ann?
A gun?
In here?
[Yells] Goddamn it, what did you do to my wife?
Well...
...on a scale of one to ten....
Ten being the most depraved act of sexual theater known to man.
One being your average Friday night run-through at the Lomaxesī.
Iīd say, not to be immodest...
...Mary Ann and I got it on at about seven.
Fuck you!
[Multiple gunshots]
Got me!
JOHN: Got me! Yes!
Wow! Oh, yes!
Step it up, Son! Come on! Thatīs good!
You got to hold on to that fury!
Thatīs the last thing to go!
Thatīs the final hiding place. Itīs the final fig leaf.
KEVIN: Who are you? JOHN: Who am l?
Who are you?
Never lost a case.
Why?
JOHN: Why do you think?
Because youīre so fucking good.
Yes.
But why?
Because youīre my father?
Iīm a little more than that, Kevin.
JOHN: Awfully hot in that courtroom, wasnīt it?
"Whatīs the game plan, Kevin?"
"lt was a nice run, Kev.
"Had to close out some day.
"Nobody wins them all."
What are you?
JOHN: I have so many names.
Satan.
Call me Dad.
Mary Ann, she knew it.
She knew it. She knew it, so you destroyed her.
Youīre blaming me for Mary Ann?
I hope youīre kidding.
JOHN: Mary Ann, you could have saved her anytime you liked.
All she wanted was love.
Hey, you were too busy.
Thatīs a lie.
Face it, you started looking to better-deal her the minute you got here.
Thatīs not true. You donīt know what we had!
Iīm on your side!
[Screams] Youīre a liar!
Thereīs nothing out there for you!
JOHN: Donīt be such a fucking chump!
JOHN: Stop deluding yourself!
I told you to take care of your wife!
JOHN: What did I say?
"The world would understand." Didnīt I say that?
What did you do?
KEVINīS VOICE: "You know what scares me, John?
"l leave the case, she gets better and then I hate her for it."
Remember?
I know what you did.
You set me up.
Who told you to pull out all the stops on Mr. Gettys?
JOHN: Who made that choice? KEVIN: ltīs entrapment. You set me up.
And Moyez! The direction you took!
Popes, swamis, snake handlers, all feeding at the same trough.
-Whose ideas were those? -You played me!
It was a test! Your test!
And Cullen! Knowing he was guilty!
Seeing those pictures!
What did you do? You put that lying bitch on the stand!
You brought me in. You put me there! You made her lie!
I donīt do that, Kevin!
That day on the subway, what did I say to you?
What were my words to you?
Maybe it was your time to lose. You didnīt think so.
Lose? I donīt lose!
I win!
[Screams] līm a lawyer! Thatīs my job! Thatīs what I do!
I rest my case.
Vanity...
...is definitely my favorite sin.
JOHN: Kevin, itīs so basic.
Self-love.
The all-natural opiate.
Itīs not that you didnīt care for Mary Ann, Kevin...
...itīsjust that you were a little more involved with someone else.
Yourself.
Youīre right.
[Sobs] I did it all.
I let her go.
Donīt be too hard on yourself, Kevin. You wanted something more.
Believe me.
I left her behind and just kept going.
JOHN: You canīt keep punishing yourself.
Itīs awesome how far youīve come.
JOHN: I didnīt make it easy.
Couldnīt.
Not for you...
JOHN: ...or your sister.
Half-sister, to be exact.
Surprise.
JOHN: Some scene, huh?
Donīt let him scare you.
JOHN: līve had so many children.
Iīve had so many disappointments.
Mistake after mistake.
JOHN: And then thereīs you.
The two of you.
What do you want from me?
I want you to be yourself.
You know, līll tell you, boy...
...guilt...
...itīs like a bag of fucking bricks.
JOHN: All you got to do...
...is set it down.
I know what youīre going through.
CHRISTABELLA: līve been there.
Just come here. Come here.
CHRISTABELLA: Let it go.
I canīt do that.
Who are you carrying all those bricks for?
JOHN: God?
Is that it?
God?
JOHN: līll tell you...
...let me give you a little inside information about God.
God likes to watch.
Heīs a prankster.
Think about it.
He gives man...
...instincts.
He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do?
I swear, for his own amusement...
...his own private, cosmic...
...gag reel...
...He sets the rules in opposition.
Itīs the goof of all time.
Look, but donīt touch.
Touch, but donīt taste.
Taste, but donīt swallow.
[John giggles]
And while youīre jumping from one foot to the next, what is He doing?
Heīs laughing his sick, fucking ass off!
Heīs a tightass!
Heīs a sadist!
Heīs an absentee landlord!
Worship that? Never!
"Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven," is that it?
Why not?
Iīm here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began!
Iīve nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have!
I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him!
Why? Because I never rejected him, in spite of all his imperfections!
[Furiously] līm a fan of man!
Iīm a humanist.
Maybe the last humanist.
JOHN: Who, in their right mind...
...Kevin, could possibly deny...
...the 20th century was entirely mine?
[Yells] All of it, Kevin!
All of it.
Mine.
Iīm peaking, Kevin.
Itīs my time now.
Itīs our time.
Anybody want a drink?
Iīm having a drink.
This is some pitch, all this.
You must need me pretty bad.
KEVIN: What do you want?
JOHN: Eddie was right.
I want you to take over the firm.
You...
...and your sister.
KEVIN: ls that it? JOHN: No.
Sheīs ovulating...
...right now.
KEVIN: What? JOHN: Your vanity...
...is justified, Kevin.
Your seed...
...is the key to a new future.
JOHN: Your son is going to sit at the head of all tables, my boy.
Heīs gonna set this whole thing free.
You want a child.
I want a family.
The Antichrist.
[Laughs]
Whatever.
But I have to volunteer.
Free will...
...it is a bitch.
[Kevin laughs]
JOHN: I need a family.
I need help. Iīm busy.
Millenniumīs coming, Son.
Title fight. Round 20.
Iīm ready to work.
JOHN: What do you say?
Whatīre you offering?
Are we negotiating?
Always.
Yes!
What are you offering?
Everything.
Anything.
JOHN: What do you want? How about bliss, for starters?
Instant bliss.
Bliss on tap.
[Cackles]
Bliss any way you want it.
JOHN: That first line of cocaine.
That walk into a strange girlīs bedroom.
Familiar?
Youīre gonna have to do a little better than that.
I know.
Iīm just getting warmed up.
JOHN: You want more, donīt you? You deserve more.
How about the thing you love the most?
A smile from a jury.
That cold courtroom just giving itself over...
...bending to your strength.
I get that on my own.
JOHN: Not like this.
I take the bricks out of the briefcase.
I give you pleasure.
No strings!
JOHN: Freedom, baby...
...is never having to say youīre sorry.
This is revolution, Kevin.
[Song by Tom Jones plays on stereo]
"lt happened
"ln Monterrey
"A long time ago"
Forget about him.
This is about us.
"ln old Mexico
"Stars and steel guitars and luscious lips
"As red as wine"
Itīs been so hard for me to wait for you.
Why the law?
KEVIN: Cut the shit, Dad! Why lawyers? Why the law?
Because the law, my boy, puts us into everything.
Itīs the ultimate backstage pass. Itīs the new priesthood, baby.
JOHN: Did you know there are more students in law school...
...than lawyers walking the Earth?
Weīre coming out...
...guns blazing!
The two of you...
...all of us, acquittal after acquittal after acquittal...
...until the stench of it reaches so high and far into Heaven...
...it chokes the whole fucking lot of them!
In the Bible, you lose.
Weīre destined to lose, Dad.
Consider the source, Son!
JOHN: Besides...
...weīll write our own book.
Chapter one.
Right here. This altar.
JOHN: This moment.
Will you stop talking?
CHRISTABELLA: You talk too much.
Both of you.
Kevin....
Look at me.
Just look at me.
She is really stunning.
Who am l?
[John cackles]
Iīve wanted you from the moment we met.
The virtue of the Devil is in his loins.
What about love?
Overrated.
JOHN: Biochemically...
...no different than eating large quantities of chocolate.
In two minutes you wonīt be thinking about Mary Ann ever again.
Come here.
JOHN: Sheīs right, my son.
Itīs time to step up and take whatīs yours.
Youīre right.
Itīs time.
Free will, right?
[Gunshot]
[Wails] No!
No!
[John shrieks hysterically]
[Voice echoes] No!
[Flames roar]
JOHN: [Voice echoes] Damn you!
[John screams] Enough!
[Johnīs voice echoes] Havenīt I given enough?
[Chorale music with chanting, background]
[Flames roar]
[Voice echoes] No!
[Music fades into zooming sound]
[Screams]
[Sound of tap water running]
[Toilet flushes]
It was a nice run.
Had to close out someday.
Nobody wins them all.
[Kevin breathes heavily]
What are you doing, baby?
Are you okay?
I am now.
BAILIFF: All rise.
The Honorable Judge Garson Deeds presiding.
Please be seated.
JUDGE: Youīre still under oath, young lady.
Your witness, Mr. Lomax.
JUDGE: Mr. Lomax?
Your Honor...
...līm terribly sorry.
But I can no longer represent my client.
[Scattered reactions from crowd]
I need to be replaced as counsel.
JUDGE: Order. Order! Order!
[Gavel bangs]
JUDGE: I adjourn this court.
This is outrageous. Are you aware of the consequences of this action?
I am, sir.
I want to see both attorneys in my chambers immediately.
Iīm going to adjourn this trial until 9 a.m. tomorrow morning.
I trusted you to defend me.
You swore you would! Youīll burn for this!
LLOYD: You just made the biggest mistake of your life!
Baby, what are you doing?
The right thing.
I think the right thing.
REPORTER 1 : Here they are.
REPORTER 2: Are you gonna be disbarred? KEVIN: I donīt know.
REPORTER 3: Howīs it feel to lose your first case?
KEVIN: No comment.
LARRY: Ainīt it better to talk to them all at once? Press conference tomorrow?
He ainīt going to talk to you now. Eight oīclock tomorrow morning.
Thatīs it.
This is the story you dreamed about.
-There is no story. -Bullshit.
A lawyer with a crisis of conscience? You gotta be kidding. Itīs huge!
KEVIN: Theyīre going to disbar me. Write about that.
MARY ANN: Wait a second. Can they do that?
LARRY: Not when I get through with the story.
You got to give me an exclusive.
LARRY: This is wire service. This is "60 Minutes."
This is a story that needs to be told. Itīs you.
Youīre a star.
MARY ANN: [Whispers] Baby.
[Snickers] Call me in the morning.
You got it. First thing.
Bye, Larry.
Vanity...
...definitely my favorite sin.
[Rock song, "Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones plays]
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