Regarding Henry

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Folks, we've been here

for a long time now,

listening to people talk

for months.

Complicated medical testimony.

A lot of emotion in this case.

There is not a person

in this room who isn't sorry

about what happened

to Mr. Matthews.

It's a tragedy.

And when something

like this happens,

you desperately want

to blame someone, don't you?

Someone else.

We understand that.

It's natural.

But what have we got here?

What's the bottom line?

It's Mr. Matthews' word

against the East Shore Hospital,

isn't it?

That's exactly what it is.

Now, obviously,

any decent human being

would want to believe

Mr. Matthews...

believe that he told the

admitting nurse, Mrs. Valdez

that he was diabetic.

It would seem... poetic

that someone else was to blame.

It would feel right.

But it wouldn't be fair.

Let's-let's think for a second.

Who's being blamed here?

It's not some, some big bad

hospital corporation.

We're talking

about human beings.

Four doctors, five nurses,

the hospital chief of staff

present at the time.

All of them there

for no other purpose

than to try and save

Jonathan Matthews' life.

Now, this is painful,

and I don't like doing this,

but if we're all going to do

our jobs,

I've got to bring this up again.

Mr. Matthews is an alcoholic.

In July of 1979,

he tried to commit suicide.

And, you know, even I was

surprised to learn

from the plaintiff's

own doctors, ironically,

that this tragedy

could have been caused

by the abuse of alcohol.

So here's my point:

We all understand why

Mr. Matthews is blaming

the hospital...

but nobody could have prevented

Mr. Mathews' suffering

except Mr. Matthews.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

The table you delivered is

not the table I ordered.

I'm-I'm having a party

on Friday,

and the table sitting

in my dining room

looks like a goddamned turtle.

We find for the defendant

on all counts.

Henry, that was great.

Bruce.

See you back at the office.

Mr. Matthews, everyone.

Bottoms up.

Mr. Cameron?

Hi, thanks.

Mm-hmm.

Like father, like son.

Yeah, the old bastard

would have loved this one, huh?

Only if he'd pulled it off.

Mr. Turner.

If Maxwell calls,

tell him we won East Shore,

and he owes me 50.

Mm-hmm.

Don't give me this now.

Cancel my lunch tomorrow.

I'm going to work through,

and move the dinner

to next week.

Go ahead and pull the file

on Briggs v. Gordon.

Oh, what about

the Rosenberg brunch...

May I finish, please?

I need that Martinson deposition

on my desk

by 9:
00 tomorrow morning.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm, and call my wife

and tell her I can't make dinner

at 7:
30.

Mm-hmm.

Tell her to call the Who'sits

and make it 8:
30 instead.

Yes, sir.

Because you're responsible.

And if you can't learn

to respect

other people's things,

then we're going to have

a big problem.

Now, you're not to leave

this room tonight.

You understand?

The sooner we get there,

the sooner we can leave.

- You ready?

- Mm-hmm.

Rosella, we're going now.

Good night, missus.

Keys?

Got 'em.

I can't.

Next week, all of our relatives

are coming in.

George, you should get a boat.

Oh, oh, and just send

them away, huh? I like that.

Last year when

Sarah's relatives came in,

we chartered this boat...

Oh, God, the boat, the boat.

You take them out.

You feed them.

They stare at the

Statue of Liberty.

Everybody's happy

and nobody talks.

They don't even realize

they're not having

a conversation.

The only reason I came

was because it said "two. "

In the paper, two fireplaces.

Right. So finally, I get there,

and she says,

"Oh, no, that's wrong,

but it's got two fire escapes. "

Juliette?

Julia.

Julia.

George, you and Julia

really must come

to our Christmas party.

Come on now,

Sarah's got a recipe

for trifle you'd kill for.

You must come.

We've chartered a boat.

Oh, come on!

Good evening, Mrs. Turner.

Hi, Eddie.

Good evening, Mr. Turner.

Goddamn it.

You should apologize to Rachel.

I don't want you dealing

with Tracy anymore.

If she doesn't replace this

table tomorrow, that's it.

Henry...

go tell Rachel you're sorry.

You never apologized.

Did you tell the caterer

we're 60 now?

Okay.

Hi.

I was angry.

I admit I was angry.

But...

with a reason.

My piano is

very important to me.

It's like your doll.

Frank's your baby.

How would you react

if I spilled grape juice

all over your baby?

His name isn't Frank.

Rachel, the point is,

if you can't be responsible,

don't take food

out of the kitchen.

Finished a real big case today,

honey.

And Daddy won.

Okay?

All better?

Qui tacet consentire videtur.

He who is silent is understood

to consent.

I told Rosella to get

some cigarettes.

Goddamn it.

Frances said Carol's daughter

wasn't accepted at Huntington.

They're all dying Rachel got in.

Carol's daughter's

a virtual idiot.

I'm gonna go get some.

I'll be right back.

Don't forget your keys.

Pack of Merits.

Pack of Merits.

Cigarettes.

Look, any time tonight

would be okay.

What a f***ing day.

Come on.

Give me your wallet.

Give me a break, will you?

I just want

a pack of cigarettes.

All right, wait a second,

wait a second.

All right, wait a minute.

Will-will you just wait

a minute?

I know.

I got to go.

Okay. Good night.

You should glue the keys

to your hand, Henry.

What, what is it?

Excuse us. Excuse us.

Hello?

This is Mrs. Turner.

Henry Turner.

Mrs. Turner?

Mrs. Turner?

Nurse.

So he's driving,

he just went off

the side of the road.

Doctors say forget it...

no chance.

Three months later,

he beat me in tennis.

I swear to God.

You never know.

I mean, you never know.

Sarah.

Sarah, darling.

We're here.

We're here.

What did the neurologist say

is going to happen to Dad?

He said he didn't know.

Rachel says "Hi. "

So does everyone.

The phone hasn't stopped

ringing all week.

Rosella keeps rewashing

your shirts

so she has something to do.

She's... she's being great,

just wonderful.

My mother says "Hi. "

She wanted to fly in.

You know, always trying to help.

She asked what she could

possibly do.

I said, "Don't come. "

Rachel got her school uniform.

It's-it's

the most adorable thing.

She put it on and she said,

"Mom, I don't feel smart. "

Henry...

I know you can hear me.

Okay, you can open one present.

We'll do the rest

in the morning.

Okay, I'll tell him.

You go to sleep now.

I'll be home soon

to tuck you in.

Okay.

I love you.

Goodnight, sweetheart.

Well, I'm going home now.

Goodnight, sweetheart.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Goodnight, Claudia.

Goodnight, Sarah.

Merry Christmas.

Oh, my goodness.

Look who's awake.

Hello, honey.

Let me go and call your doctor.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi, darling.

Hi, darling.

Mrs. Turner,

your-your husband's

incredibly lucky.

The bullet wound to the head

caused minimal damage.

See, it... it hit

the right frontal lobe.

That's the only part

of the brain

that has redundant systems.

I mean, if you're going

to get shot in the head,

that's... that's

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