Fracture

The NTSB guys are here

about that bulkhead problem.

OK, thanks.

It's there.

I should run the algorithms,

though, don't you think?

Nope.

You wanna wait for those

spectrometer results?

No.

Hi.

Hey.

What about dinner, tonight?

Ha. We go out to dinner...

we might never come back.

OK.

Hee hee!

I wanna wake up with you...

Mrs. Smith.

I want to at least see where you live.

I live here...

Mr. Smith.

Metro division.

Uh, Lieutenant Nunally, please.

Uh, Lieutenant Nunally

comes on at 6:
00 tonight.

Can someone else help you?

No, that's OK, I'll see him later.

Thank you.

Whoa!

Ha!

Hey.

Afternoon, Ciro.

- Hello there.

- Ahh.

You're home early.

Yeah.

I just felt, um...

a sudden urge.

Are you OK?

Ah... Yeah.

I could use a hug.

Hmm.

You know,

I've been watching you sleep...

at night.

That's creepy.

Huh. Yeah.

Yeah, sometimes when I'm at work...

I'll start thinking about you...

and I'll just get...

Ahh, just overwhelmed.

Ted...

It's a dense, crushing...

geophysical force,

like I'm pinned to the core...

while things change, you know?

Do you ever get

that way about me, Jen?

I really don't think I can do

one of these tonight.

I'm just... huh...

trying to describe my feelings.

Those don't sound like feelings.

Oh.

What's the sound of a feeling?

You think you're

so much smarter than me.

Must make you feel very powerful.

Helpless, actually.

OK, maybe it's time to really talk.

No.

- No?

- No.

Fine.

Whatever.

Huh.

I'll go change.

I'll make some dinner.

I love you.

I know.

Does he...

Mrs. Smith?

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Knowledge is pain.

I'm used to that.

Not that I don't get

some little pleasures...

in return for the pain, mind you.

Mr. And Mrs. Crawford?

You all right?

Everybody OK in there?

Did you notice anything

out of the ordinary?

Did you see anything unusual?

Mr. And Mrs. Crawford.

Nobody else?

No. No.

Flores, how you been?

Good, good, you know, same.

We've got one witness,

maybe, uh, the gardener.

His name's Ciro.

Hey, guys, this is Lieutenant Nunally.

Good to meet you.

Hello, sir.

So what do we know?

Mr. Crawford?

Who is this?

My name is Lieutenant

Robert Nunally.

I'm a hostage negotiator

with the L.A.P.D.

Mr. Crawford?

OK.

You two, let's go.

Just you, please.

Mr. Crawford?

I'm just gonna...

slide the door open

just a bit, all right?

Hi.

Hi.

Do I call you Rob?

Sure, yeah. If you want to.

Lots of vampires out there.

Mr. Crawford...

what do you say

you gimme the gun?

That way I can pay more

attention to what you're saying.

All right?

Is that your best shot... Rob?

So to speak.

Tell you what. I will if you will.

We both put down our guns.

We set them down

and we step away.

Then you can pay attention

to what I'm saying.

All right, I'm gonna have to ask you...

to put yours down first, then.

Then you have my word.

Everybody gives a little...

we'll see what we can do...

about getting you

what you want, OK?

Happy ending, then.

So Mr. Crawford, your gardener tells it

that... that your wife...

It's Ted.

I'm sorry.

You can call me Ted.

Ted. Great.

Ted.

Your wife, is she here?

Is she all right?

I don't think she is.

I shot her.

You shot your wife.

It's just like I suddenly snapped...

and I got the gun and

I shot her in the head.

I know it was wrong.

Are you listening to me, Rob?

Uh... Jesus Christ.

You know, I read somewhere

that the best place...

to find a pulse

is in the femoral artery.

It's on the inner surface

of the upper thigh.

So if you just, uh, put your fingers...

up her skirt...

you'll find it.

Go! Go!

Break it up!

We got a victim down!

She's got a pulse.

Rob.

Good job.

You all right?

I wanna be in the room.

Well, we got it covered.

Yeah, I know.

I just wanna be there.

And I want this thing locked...

before we pass it to the D.A.

Stop yelling, Phil.

I called you as a courtesy...

and now you're trying

to take advantage.

I'm not.

I'm not knocking

it down to a class C.

My backlog of open cases

doesn't mitigate the fact...

that your client tried

to kill his brother-in-law.

A golfing accident.

Phil, your client

owns one golf club...

no golf balls...

and the accident

happened in a stairwell...

of an after-hours,

illegal gambling hall.

Uhh. I'll see you in court.

Well, I won't.

Someone from this office will.

You can take it up with them.

Beachum.

Hello.

Ahem.

No, I didn't.

Yeah.

Wooton Sims?

Shh.

Wooton Sims?

Shut up.

Short notice is fine.

It's fine. Uh-huh.

Black tie? Fine.

What time?

That'll be fine.

Thank her for me.

All right.

How many times did I just say fine?

You a**hole!

How the hell did you get

a job at Wooton Sims?

I can't even get an interview!

We're gonna just

pretend he's not talking.

I've been here five years, Willy.

I'm your supervisor.

I graduated USC, summa.

- I need a tuxedo.

- A tux?

You are so full of sh*t.

A tuxedo tonight. Is that possible?

Of course.

- They do that?

- Uh-huh.

- Same day sort of thing?

- Sure.

- Can I give you that?

- Yeah.

OK.

Well, that's maxed out...

so I'm gonna give you this, then.

So, um, what's this all about?

Well, you know,

Burt Wooton's having...

a charity opera thing, and, uh...

Burt?

Well, that's what

he told me to call him.

You're gonna need

to pick out a style, Willy.

- Well, like what?

- Willy Beachum's office.

Thinking maybe, uh...

- Classic.

- Classic.

Yeah, no problem.

- Classic.

- Uh-huh.

Just makes sure it comes with cuff links

and knee pads.

- Willy.

- Ahh.

That's not classic.

That's what I'm saying.

Before. After.

That's the way I go.

God wants to see you.

Our god?

Who art on the fourth floor.

Mr. Lobruto?

Mr. Beachum.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

William "no middle initial" Beachum.

Wow, a 97% conviction rate.

That's impressive.

Thank you, sir.

'Course, you traded all your losing cases

to other D.D.A.s.

Well, uh...

I took on two or three cases

for every one I gave away.

They just couldn't

handle their caseloads...

and I don't like to lose.

Uh, you won't always

win working at Wooton Sims.

Ahem.

Working at Wooton Sims

sort of is winning.

Isn't it?

Well, you'll need a middle initial.

Sir?

Well, those guys all play squash

and have middle names.

Ahh. Huh.

They go in for their mother's

maiden name a lot.

Well, my mother doesn't

have a maiden name.

I think you belong here, William.

Well, with all due respect, sir...

I just didn't work this hard

to stay where I belong.

Yeah, well... I didn't think so.

Well, you have your litigation experience...

your chops...

and your, uh,

juicy private sector job.

Pretty soon you'll be

courtside at Laker games.

Anything else the city of

Los Angeles can do for ya?

No, sir. I think that'll be all.

Yeah.

It's a cummerbund, Willy.

Huh. That's gonna go

around your waist, OK?

- Mm-hmm.

- OK.

- Are we good?

- Uh-huh.

- Good.

- All right.

Willy?

Willy, come on.

Pick up the phone.

Uh...

What, Norman?

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