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They dropped the case.

Couldn't find anything.

Billy Blittman couldn't find

his butt with both hands.

That's true, but it's a contingency case, Jed.

Even if we win, we see no money for years.

Can we afford that?

Hey, I know it's not a slam dunk, Nick.

Once in a while, you just gotta go

with your gut, the passion.

I got a real feeling about this one.

Network news-time.

- Jed, I like seeing you on TV. Really...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It's not about my ego.

It's about us. What we stand for.

This firm was built on David and Goliath

cases. They're not around any more.

All these fascist Reagan judges

hear you're after a big corporation,

they throw your ass right out of court.

It's too discouraging.

Something like this comes along.

Good plaintiffs, decent evidence.

Ajudge who'll listen.

I gotta tell you,

I've gone to war with a lot less.

It would be fun

to nail those Argo bastards to the wall.

- Wanna kick their asses?

- I believe so.

Just once, I'd like to see you

sleep through the night.

- Miss these great movies?

- They are on cassette.

No, it's not the same.

You're freezing.

Michael.

- Do you like me?

- What?

- Do I like you?

- Yeah.

- What kind of a question's that? Of course.

- Surprise.

How can you not know that?

How can I know that?

How can anybody?

Tomorrow, if I did something you

really hated, would you still be here?

Listen. Come here.

Listen to me.

That's not the way these things work.

I'm not your father.

- This has nothing to do with him.

- Yes, it does.

Maggie. I want this to work.

I really do.

I trust you. And you want

to know if you can trust me.

All right.

Give this place up.

Live with me. Mm?

No, Michael. We said we'd talk

about that after I make partner.

- Maybe we need to talk about it now.

- No.

It might help

but I'm just not ready to go public yet.

You don't think they suspect?

Suspecting is different

from being on the mailing list.

- Who cares what they think?

- I do.

- Why?

- Because it's different for a woman.

I don't want them saying I made partner

for anything other than my work.

Maybe I should be the one

asking how much you like me.

No.

Oh, no!

No, come on.

One anxiety attack at a time.

Your turn, is it?

Oh, OK.

- Who's Cyd Charisse?

- Deborah, your dad's new intern.

- She's really great.

- Aren't they all?

Ah, come on!

Good luck with the school board.

Luck I got. Votes I need. Thanks a lot.

Mom! Hiya.

Mom, come on. You're the bride. You're

supposed to be having a good time. Relax.

- It's my petition. Are you having fun?

- Yeah, I haven't talked to Dad all evening.

- Maggie!

- Maggie, be nice.

- Maggie, I got one for you.

- Stop that.

Weems versus United States, 1910.

What was the issue?

Damn, a pop quiz

and me without a blue book.

These are the easy ones. Come on!

Cruel and unusual punishment.

- They put a guy in chains for 15 years.

- That's absolutely right.

- OK, so you do know everything.

- That's right also.

Terrific, everybody's right.

Jed, why don't you and Maggie dance?

You promised! Excuse me, but rumor

has it this used to be a party.

- Come on, Nick, dance with me.

- All right.

- Jed, dance with Maggie.

- All right, but you're a party pooper.

- One more, one more.

- What?

1941. Kemper v Walden. Issue?

- Come on, issue!

- All right, all right.

- Issue!

- All right, all right, wait!

- I haven't the vaguest idea.

- The court ruled

that children have the right

to sue their parents for nonperformance.

The guy in the peach trunks, Nature Boy

Rick Flair, I represented him once.

- He used to wrestle under the name of...

- Son of Satan.

Son of Satan. Right.

He had the horns, he had the pitch fork,

the whole shot.

He had a great thing going

with a guy named the Angel of God.

One morning, Satan wakes up

and he sees the light.

Becomes a Born Again Christian.

Blows the whole rivalry.

- What happened?

- Son of God goes berserk.

- He sues my client for breach of contract.

- Did they have a contract?

- He was imposing on my client's...

- Religious freedoms.

- Can I talk to you?

- Just a minute.

- Did you win?

- The judge threw us out of court.

He thought it was a publicity stunt

and that we should go to hell.

- Dad.

- What?

- I need to talk to you.

- OK.

- See you guys.

- Sorry. Thanks.

This Walden versus Kemper.

Did you make that up?

Look it up, counselor.

I wanted to ask you

about something about work.

- You want to ask me about something?

- Yeah. I know.

- You want my advice?

- It shocked the hell out of me.

I've been offered a case.

A good case. Partnership time.

- Why would you want to be a partner there?

- Dad, please! Don't make me sorry I asked.

- Go ahead, ask. What's the problem?

- I get this look in your eye. For God's sake.

OK. Anyway, it's a great case.

I know I could try the hell out of it.

But I wonder if I should pass it up because

there's a pretty extreme conflict involved.

- How extreme?

- They want me on Meridian.

- So what's the problem?

- It's obvious, isn't it?

It's obvious there's no problem.

You're not taking it.

Oh, really? Just like that?

Margaret, don't you see?

They're using you as a parlor trick.

They think I'll see my precious daughter

- and go all soft inside.

- It's a bit more than that.

Will you think, Margaret?

You're an associate at Quinn Califan.

They pop out baby lawyers like you, like

a shark grows teeth, row after row, forever.

When it comes to the crunch,

they'll send in the big boys.

They already did.

You mean you?

Did it ever occur to you

that I might be a very good attorney?

- You damn well better be. I raised you.

- No! Mother raised me!

You had a date.

Sorry.

I'm looking forward to it.

It's kinda funny.

I don't see the humor.

Fred Quinn thinks

he can rattle me with my daughter.

What if she wins?

Some day, maybe, but please

don't force me to be immodest.

No one ever had to before.

- Whose side are you on, anyway?

- Oh, Jed. Don't be an ass.

- Absolute nonsense!

- What do you mean?

You don't know what you're talking about!

What do you want me to do, buy her flowers?

- She hates me!

- She doesn't hate you.

She hates me, goddamnit.

- I see it every time I look in her eyes.

- Oh, yeah?

Yeah. I don't hate her

and I have every right to.

Does it matter to her

that these cars are blowing up? No.

Does it matter her that people...

babies are being killed? No.

Does she care that she's in bed

with the vilest kind of corporate vermin?

- I'm talking to you!

- No, you're not. You're talking to the jury.

Listen, Jed. I love you dearly

but you are a superior, self-righteous bastard

who's never satisfied

with anybody or anything.

If I were Maggie,

I wouldn't want you to be my father either.

- So I'm the bad guy here?

- Oh, I don't know.

I should have locked

the two of you in a room years ago

and not let you get out

until you'd kissed and made up.

But I thought, in time,

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