Class Action Page #9

What do you do for a living, Mr Patricola?

I am the chief accountant in the risk

management division of Argo Motors.

Are you what is affectionately

called a "bean counter"?

Yes, sir.

- Are you the head bean counter?

- Yes, sir.

- So you see a lot of reports in yourjob?

- Yes.

- You take these reports and make...

- B*tch.

You gave him Patricola.

I'm sorry, Michael.

I guess it's in the genes.

...a defective part.

You make a decision whether

to replace that part in a recall

or suffer the consequences of a lawsuit,

whichever's cheaper.

Is that correct?

I don't make the decisions,

I just analyze the reports.

Reports, yes.

Let's talk about them.

Do you recall one questioning the safety

of the 1985 Meridian model?

Yes.

- Your Honor...

- Mr Quinn?

May we approach?

Defense requests a conference in chambers.

- And, Your Honor...

- Yes?

Lead counsel only.

All right, Fred. What's on your mind?

Your Honor, there's been

an appalling conspiracy.

One that has compromised our case.

I demand a mistrial.

- Unbelievable.

- Let's hear it.

Miss Ward's turned over

privileged information to her father.

And he's accepted it, in flagrant violation

of every principle of legal ethics I know.

- Which one would that be, Fred?

- Enough, Jed. This isn't ajoke.

The joke is you're being asked

to consider legal ethics argument

from the boss of Michael Grazier.

Michael Grazier no longer works

for Quinn Califan. He's a closed issue.

- Ballast off a sinking ship.

- Listen to me, you son of a b*tch!

- I'll have the state bar discipline you.

- Do it! Please, do it.

Your daughter will be thrown

out of the profession.

Miss Ward discovered that Michael Grazier

had destroyed Dr Pavel's report.

I'm entitled to that evidence.

That proved my case.

She couldn't give it to me so she told me

about a corroborating witness.

That's not only ethical, legal,

but imperative.

By the way, you so much as look

in my daughter's direction,

they won't be able to identity you

with dental records.

Fred, if what he says is true,

your firm has violated

at least three sections of the state bar act.

- Listen, in the best interests of your client...

- But, Your Honor...

...and what remains of your reputation,

I think you ought to end this thing

as quickly and as quietly as possible.

OK.

I'm going to have to

clear this with Argo but...

what's it going to take?

Your Honor, I was looking

forward to trying this.

- 30 million.

- I think I've got a good chance of winning.

Come on, Jed. Some of your clients

weren't even hurt that bad.

50 million dollars.

Dammit, Jed! What's it going to take?

Bottom line, Fred?

You can't count that high.

- Alexander Pavel.

- Here's to Mr Minh's fishing fleet.

Here's to 100 million dollars.

PT Barnum. Father of us all.

Cheers!

- Jed.

- Maggie.

- Hi.

- So how'd it go?

- It worked.

- Good. Good, good.

- Hi, darling.

- Thank you, Maggie.

Counselor.

I can still call you that, right?

Yeah.

You did good, Maggie.

- What?

- It's just you two, together.

I was beginning to think parenthood wasn't

such a good idea, but you give me hope.

Dad,

thank you.

- Hey, you did it.

- No. Thank you.

You know, I never told you but...

when your mom told me that she was

pregnant and we were having you,

I went out and got roaringly drunk.

I prayed fervently

there had been a mistake at the lab.

Even in those days, you didn't listen to me.

Then you were in my arms and I looked

down at those little crossed eyes,

and I knew you were gonna break my heart.

And you did.

But you gave me back your mom

in your hands and your face...

- Dad...

- Yeah?

I love you too.

I promised Mom once...

that we would dance.

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