Previously on Boston legal
Denny got engaged.
- Who is it this time? - Beverly Bridge
The woman Denny "Craned" in the coatroom at that charity dinner.
- Denny Crane... - If Denny becomes incapacitated...
I'm having a stroke.
She could bring down the firm.
- Maybe you're in love. - I am delirious with joy.
How come you're getting involved with a dead guy?
I, uh, try not to think about it.
There is nothing romantic about this.
It turns you into a corpse before you die.
It is not too late to get out.
I start chemo again tomorrow.
Okay...
$2 even.
Thank you.
Hello. May I help you, ma'am?
Yes, you may, dear.
Take all the money out of the drawer and put it in a bag, please.
Yes.
Oh, and put some of that delicious beef jerky in there, too.
Mr. Shore,
She said to call you.
Thank you, Lawrence.
In a way, I suppose this is all your fault.
Oh, dear God how, Catherine?
How is it that you holding up a convenience store suddenly becomes my fault?
You said you would hire me as your personal assistant after the firm fired me,
and I took you at your lying word.
Bad Catherine, bad!
It was a terrible thing to forget, and I'm sorry,
but you are in a lot of trouble here.
What else was I to do? A gal's got to eat.
And robbery isn't as bad as killing a man,
and you got me off on that.
And you've done wonders with your second chance.
Stay here.
Good evening.
I understand you recently suffered a robbery.
You a lawyer?
Actually, I'm here more as a
friend to the befuddled old woman who...
Robbed me.
Do you know how many times I have been held up this year?
Far too many for you to appreciate her little prank, I'm sure.
May I ask if that's your car out front,
the Datsun with the dents in the side?
Yeah.
I have a friend who has a friend.
He's a magician with bodywork.
He'll make those dents disappear, change the color.
He'll make that Datsun look exactly like a late-model BMW
Can he make the seats look like leather?
The man's a miracle worker.
We got a problem.
Another sector car called it in.
I don't have any choice. I've got to book her.
It's late. She's elderly.
Can't we at least defer the arrest?
- I don't know. - Lawrence, please.
- You owe me. - Thank you. You won't regret this.
Excuse me, officer?
Can I get my gun back, please?
When ADA Raines gets back, have her call me immediately.
- Yes, sir. - Thank you.
Could I borrow you for a minute?
Opposing counsel has made an offer.
I'm trying to get these people to take it.
I'm hoping that you can explain to them that this is as good as it gets.
Do I get a hint?
It involves invasion of privacy.
A woman, Jackie Hayden, access was
gained to her personal medical records.
Invasion of privacy, there's an
increasingly familiar tune these days.
This is a little worse than your
typical case of someone being denied a job
because of a preexisting condition.
How much worse?
He never beat me, just my mother.
I finally got out when I was 16.
A few years later, Emily's mom
Jackie came to us at the women's shelter.
She was a mess.
They promised my dad would never find her there.
For obvious reasons, the name, phone number
and location of the shelter are kept confidential.
We put Emily's mom in touch with a psychiatrist for
post-traumatic stress disorder.
The cost of which was covered...
Under her HMO.
Unfortunately, the HMO, "Well Benefits" posted Jackie's information,
including the name and address of her psychiatrist on their web site.
Emily's father found Jackie's
psychiatrist via the "Well Benefits" web site
and tracked her down at the psychiatrist's office.
And that's where...
he killed her.
So this is a wrongful death action,
and Well Benefits has offered you a settlement?
$20,000, no admission of liability.
Regarding the settlement, I have to agree.
- Thank you, Alan. - Not with you.
With you.
The offer is insulting. These people need to be taught a lesson.
Would you excuse us one moment?
$20,000.
That's a lot of money for a 19-year-old girl,
and I brought you in to make this go away.
I won't do that.
What happened to Jackie Hayden was a nightmare,
but to blame the HMO, there was a supervening act.
Technically, well benefits didn't break the law.
But there was a foreseeable danger.
There are consequences in this case,
dire consequences to putting someone's
most personal information on the internet.
Well benefits should have known that.
I say we clobber them over the head with it.
This is why people don't ask your opinion a lot.
Most likely.
Lorraine, ham and provolone on a baguette.
Do you have anything without bread?
These are sandwiches. They have bread.
Well, there's a thing called "protein style".
Yeah, if it don't have bread, it ain't
a sandwich, and I only do sandwiches.
Do you know who I am? I am Denny Crane's fiance.
Yeah, so?
Hey, Mr. Chase, roast beef and havarti.
Catherine, what are you doing here?
I just tried to reach you at your house.
I was in the neighborhood. I wanted to see
if there was any news on my case.
There isn't. I put in a call to the DA's office. I have yet to hear back.
Now about your finances...
Oh, we can talk finances and trial strategy.
Um, can we use osteoporosis as a defense?
Do you have it?
No, but I have a little pillow I can put under my shirt.
We'll keep that in our arsenal.
So Catherine...
Do you want to talk more now?
I was gonna catch up with the girls in word processing.
Oh, okay. Why don't you do that?
But don't worry. I'll be here.
I've cleared my schedule. This gets top priority.
As it should, given you're facing 25 to life.
What happened to the sandwich guy?
Uh, Bev fired him.
- Bev doesn't work here. - Well, then I fired him.
Denny, I thought we agreed you wouldn't
fire anyone after you let Vicky Donchey go.
She wasn't pulling her weight.
She was a client.
Let me tell you something, Shirley.
You know why this firm is going into the dumper?
Our profits were up 5% last quarter.
People are being coddled.
Bunch of layabouts.
Be careful of the cuticle, Ming.
Denny... it's starting.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Bev, she's following a similar
pattern to your five previous wives.
It starts with her firing the sandwich guy
and ends with her influencing policy at
this firm, and it will not be tolerated.
Now, Shirley, we both know what this is all about.
No, we do not both know what this is about.
It's not about me being jealous of Bev.
It's about getting the sandwich guy back!
All right, all right. Jeez,
if I'd known it was such a big deal... I'll talk to Bev.
Happy ending, Mr. Crane?
Oh, not today, Ming.
I'm engaged now.
Wellesley memorial, oncology.
Room 4175.
There is a phone block on that room.
Could you help me out here? I'm his, um, girlfriend.
Hold one second, please.
Hello, Ms. Bauer? This is Laura Buckingham, Mr. Post's personal assistant.
Oh, thank God! How is the chemo going?
He's indisposed at the moment,
but he wanted me to personally assure you he's well.
I will phone you in a few days following his treatment.
Uh, could you tell Mr. Post that, um...
Tell him I, um...
- I'm thinking of him. - I will.
They're here.
Let's go.
Rejected?
You've got to be kidding!
No, I'm much funnier when I'm kidding.
I thought this was worked out. I thought so, too.
After further consideration, we decided that the offer was inadequate.
Oh, what a bunch of crap!
Young lady, I don't know what nonsense these lawyers
have been telling you about HMOs and their deep pockets.
Please direct your unfounded arrogance at me.
Okay, fine.
You two are just trying to make an issue when there is no issue.
No issue? I'm sorry.
Did this young woman's mother suddenly spring back to life?
Her father killed her mother, and we are all upset about that,
but it was not our fault. However, to make this go away,
we were willing to give her a gift of $20,000.
Well, as a gift, that's very sweet of you.
We'll put it in the den next to the armoire.
However, as compensation that you owe Emily Hayden
because your negligence led to her mother being brutally murdered,
your offer is offensive, even more offensive than your tone.
We're done!
The law is on our side, Mr. Shore.
Tragedies happen every day.
Yes, and you're about to experience one firsthand.
See you in court.
Aren't you glad you brought me on board?
Mr. Hayden, is it true you stabbed your
wife to death with a kitchen knife?
Yes.
- You hunted her down? - Yes.
- You lay in wait? - Yes.
And finally, after you both exchanged words,
you pulled the knife out and stabbed her seven times in the chest.
Yes.
Before you killed Emily's mother Jackie,
she was living at Renew, a battered women's shelter?
That was my understanding.
A shelter, the location of which was kept confidential.
As far as I knew.
Could you tell us how you came to learn of Jackie's whereabouts?
- My computer. - Specifically?
I logged on to Well Benefits' web site.
Jackie's HMO.
I had her social security number and her date of birth.
That's all I needed to access the records.
And what did you find?
Her explanation of benefits.
It had on it what she was being treated for,
the location of her doctor and what her co-pay was.
I noticed she was seeing the same shrink every Monday,
so I went and waited for her outside his office.
Emily?
The good was we just made a strong
opening impression with the jury.
The bad was you just had to listen to testimony
of how your father killed your mother.
That's something that nobody should ever have to experience.
Here's what you should know about lawyers.
I could have sat you down and prepared you for this testimony so as to brace you.
I chose not to.
No tears for the plaintiff, no tears for the jury,
less money.
But, Emily, we don't have to keep going here.
- If you feel this... - I want to keep going.
You're sure?
Yes.
Okay.
But if you don't care to be in the courtroom...
I want to be there.
From this point on, that's not entirely necessary.
I want to be there!
I want you to get him, and I want to see you get him!
Get who, Emily?
We're suing a company.
So I heard Lynette's cyst didn't go away,
and they're gonna have to lance it.
All that and her...
Hello, Denny.
Do you still remember who I am?
Or did I leak out your whiffle-ball brain?
Now her, I know we fired.
- Alan, any news of the case? - Yes.
Well, make it quick, because I'm having lunch with Judy.
- Her husband's... again. - Well, I have good news.
The grocery clerk was too busy driving
around in his plush new ride to press charges,
and the DA won't prosecute without a complaining witness.
What does that mean?
Your case is dismissed. You're free and clear.
Really?
Catherine, this is good news.
There are only two "get out of jail free" cards in the game,
and you've used them both up.
- I did, didn't I? - Yes, you did.
Catherine, I want you to have this.
$3,000?
I hope you're not expecting sex for this.
I am not. Consider it back pay.
Thank you, Alan.
We'll have dinner soon to celebrate.
You want to rehire the sandwich guy?
Well, it wasn't that big a deal.
Not a big deal?
How would you feel if he raped me?
What would you do, just sweep that under the rug?
Oh, come on, Bev. I know the guy upset you.
Damn right he upset me. He was completely rude.
But, Denny, I mean, my feelings don't matter here.
The sandwich guy didn't disrespect Beverly Bridge.
He disrespected the fiance of Denny Crane.
He disrespected you.
That son of a bitch.
If you turn to page 56, appendix B...
Uh, sorry, folks. Talked it over with Bev.
The sandwich guy? Still out.
Okay, we need to deal with this now.
We need to deal with the sandwich guy
instead of the multimillion-dollar Blake Merger?
No, Bev's influence on Denny.
Yeah, believe me, that's next on my agenda.
Bev fired the sandwich guy. I went to Denny.
He talked to Bev, and the sandwich guy is still fired.
- It's Angie all over again. - Or Marcia.
- Or Clovis. - From what I have seen,
Bev is much more formidable than any of the previous Mrs. Cranes.
If she gets Denny to take his name off the door,
people will think the firm's in trouble.
Clients will stampede out of here.
I have an idea.
I realize I haven't been partner for very long, so let me ask you both,
how much discretion would I have to make this Bev problem go away?
No chopping off fingers.
No violence of any kind.
None, I promise.
Then you have as much discretion as you need.
And in comparison with other
HMOs, Well Benefits would rank where?
Several prominent publications have listed us
at the top of our field in terms of customer satisfaction.
And in terms of your web site, specifically security?
It is considered user-friendly but sound.
We meet the accepted business standard for internet security.
If Mr. Hayden uses his criminal ingenuity to illegally obtain information,
that's horrible, but it's what he chose to do.
Mr. Orchard, according to my records,
your company generates approximately
$1.5 billion in revenues each year.
- Is that right? - Approximately.
Oh, forgive me, your honor.
Before I began my cross-examination,
I meant to congratulate Mr. Orchard.
His wife recently gave birth to a beautiful baby daughter.
Thank you.
8 pounds, 15 ounces. Healthy, happy?
Thank goodness, yes.
She was a bit jaundiced when she came out, though,
had a little fluid in her lungs which needed to be aspirated.
- Sorry? - No, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to disregard your other children,
which so often happens with the arrival of the new one.
You have a 4-year-old and a 10-year-old.
Your honor!
Your honor, I just thought Mr. Orchard would like to know
his 10-year-old Carly likes Max Babcock,
though Max doesn't know if he likes her back.
At least that's what I ascertained from the chat room.
- Objection! - All this objecting.
Mr. Jovanka, you seem in such a nasty mood.
Could it be the new Lexus you ordered online from a broker has been delayed?
Gosh, I hope you're not forced to keep
driving that sedan with the dent in it
from your recent fender bender.
- Mr. Shore! - Yes, your honor
By the way, you need to renew your car registration,
but congratulations on your colonoscopy.
- Mr. Shore! - Too personal?
It was just information I was able to obtain from web sites
which employ the accepted business standard for internet security.
That is what you called it, Mr. Orchard, correct?
Correct.
Here's what I don't understand.
You're a billion-dollar company.
You're in the business of ensuring the health and well-being of your clientele.
And yet, you weren't able to ensure the safety of their records,
which you could have done had you spent
just a fraction of those billions on internet security.
Mr. Shore, as we all know, health care costs have spun out of control.
Information technology is the single largest cost
for us and for all other Fortune 1000 companies.
If we had upgraded to a more secure system,
more people would have had to do without health care.
And yet fewer would have been murdered.
Thank you.
To Denny Crane.
Now, Brad, did you really ask me here on business,
or are you trying to do a little move-in on Denny Crane's girl?
Just business.
I'm here to talk about you and Denny.
Well, we're very much in love.
If anything changes, though, I'll let you know.
Well, as you know, Denny's been married several times,
and each time, it's ended in divorce.
And each divorce has been traumatic
and ultimately costly for Denny and Crane, Poole & Schmidt.
Don't worry about it, Brad.
I'm sure I'm gonna sign any pre-nup that Denny wants me to.
This isn't about a pre-nup.
This is about avoiding the turmoil of marriage and divorce altogether.
You lost me.
I'll make it simple.
I'm prepared to give you $500,000 right now
if you walk away and never have any contact with Denny Crane ever again.
It will save us a lot of money, time and grief.
But I want you to know that we will aggressively fight
to keep you from exercising any control over Denny or the firm.
I'm gonna tell you two things.
First, I love Denny Crane with all my heart,
and I will never leave him, not for all the money in the world.
And second...
in a moment, you're going to pour your glass of wine all over yourself.
Crap!
Hello.
Hi.
I always feel slightly sick to my stomach
when I work alone in the office late at night.
I thought you liked being alone.
Oh, I love being alone.
I just prefer to be alone when there's other people around.
So how are you doing?
Fine.
I have a rabbi friend with a small gambling problem
who, when he hears someone say they're fine,
he always asks again until they
say something other than "fine".
So...
how are you doing?
I'm seeing someone who's dying of lung cancer.
And while he is a very wealthy man,
he can't buy his way out of the secondary cancers
that the treatment for the first cancers are causing.
And here's the kicker.
He, um, Daniel...
has completely shut me out of his life.
So now I just wait.
Denise, I don't know you very well.
However, you don't strike me as the type of woman who just waits...
for anything.
May I help you?
I'd like to buy some earplugs, please.
$2.03.
Oh, I'm in trouble now.
Yes.
- What's with me? - Indeed.
I certainly have a lack of impulse control.
I must have ADD or OCD.
Or one of those other letter things.
But I don't want you to think I'm not aware of the hole we're in.
I get it.
That's why I want you to know
I'm willing to roll up my sleeves
and work with you on this.
Maybe we can set up a little office for me at the firm.
I'll be back. Sir.
Don't go anywhere.
What in the hell were you thinking?
Well, you both gave me discretion to make her go away.
But she didn't go away!
So you made this insane offer,
put the firm at risk for nothing?
When this gets back to Denny, and it will,
he is going to blow sky high.
Now Bev has a chip to play against us.
Bev turned down the offer that I made her.
She was very offended. She, um...
- Set my tie on fire. - Oh, God!
But before she tuned me down, she hesitated.
Just a little bit, but she hesitated.
This is going to get ugly.
How can I not testify?
You said yourself I'm the emotion in the case.
I'm thinking too much emotion.
I, I don't understand.
Emily, I could put you on the stand,
exhibit your anger and sadness for the jury,
and they will be moved, but
then the defense has their turn,
and they'll exploit those very same emotions,
taking advantage of your pain.
They'll argue that your vengeance is truly meant for your father,
and you've refocused it toward Well Benefits,
the deepest pockets you could find.
And they'll have the jury convinced it's a misdirected
and therefore frivolous lawsuit, and that's how we'll lose.
I suspect the most difficult thing one could ask of you is trust,
but that's exactly what I'm asking for now, Emily.
Let's get in there.
Mr. Shore...
I wish I could get you to come to the shelter.
So many of the women there desperately need legal advice,
someone who will speak to them openly and honestly.
Are they cute?
You don't fool me.
You're a compassionate man.
We need to get back.
Ned Hayden killed his wife.
He's serving a life sentence without the possibility of parole.
Justice has been served.
Emily Hayden's loss is immeasurable,
but whatever closure she is seeking,
she must find it in her soul or through her God,
not through suing Well Benefits.
Well Benefits could not reasonably foresee this killing
and did nothing to encourage it.
They were in compliance with all state
and federal regulations regarding internet security.
If you find for the plaintiff,
you are punishing my client for playing by the rules,
and you are opening a Pandora's box of lawsuits,
not just against HMOs, but against all internet businesses.
And who will ultimately end up paying for that?
You know. It's you.
When I was 11 years old,
there came a time when the temptation
to explore the more secretive recesses
of my older sister's life became more than I could resist.
I started by poking around in her room.
I ended by reading her diary. In my defense,
she kept it right out in the open, under her mattress.
And the little metal clasp on it was simply no match
for the paper clip and the screwdriver.
I was eventually caught,
prompting my sister to have a lock installed in her door.
The only consequence of the invasion of my sister's privacy
was the temporary loss of her confidence and trust.
The invasion of Jackie Hayden's privacy
led to her being stabbed and left to bleed to death in the street.
Privacy and the safety and security
that that word has always implied has, with time and technology,
become an illusion.
The national security agency
has access to all our e-mail the world over with its Echelon system.
Virtually every web site you visit
installs a delicious cookie onto your computer,
which is in fact a spy to track your every move.
There are predators out in cyberspace collecting data on your children
while they innocently type away in chat rooms.
And that little waiver you've signed in the doctor's office
most likely allows physicians to share your information on the internet
with insurance companies,
the government, your employer and the courts.
Make no mistake, access to your information is easy.
All you need is a person's 5-digit zip code,
gender and date of birth to uniquely identify
87% of the US population.
That is how vulnerable we are, how vulnerable you are.
Well Benefits says they could not have possibly foreseen
the actions of an abusive spouse intent on causing his wife harm.
Let me tell you what Jackie Hayden could not foresee,
that after years of cruel and violent
debasement at the hands of her husband,
after she finally found her way out of the shadows,
she didn't foresee that the people she most trusted
with her health and well-being would
lead the darkness right back to her door,
and now she's dead.
Well Benefits made it easy for Ned Hayden to find his wife,
as easy as looking under a mattress.
Madame foreperson, you've reached a verdict?
We the jury find in favor of the plaintiff
and award compensatory
damages in the amount of $950,000
and punitive damages in the amount of $2 million.
Your honor, we move for a
judgment notwithstanding the verdict,
or in the alternative, a new trial.
Motion denied.
Jury is dismissed. We are adjourned.
Thank you.
- Thank you, Mr. Shore. - You're welcome.
I knew you could win this, Mr. Shore.
Well, that's usually the safe bet.
Tell me, how does a striking latino
woman come by the name Irma Levine?
Congratulations on winning your case. Thank you.
- Great work. - Thank you.
I have to go see the DA about Catherine.
Are you heading somewhere?
Or just waiting?
No, I'm definitely not waiting.
Let her go?
- What are you, high? - Not yet.
She already murdered a man.
For which a jury found her innocent.
And now she's on a crime spree.
Twice in the same
convenience store hardly makes a spree.
Then what would you call her, an active senior?
No.
I would call her a sad and lonely old woman,
a woman who spent many years living in solitude
with nothing to occupy her wit and intellect.
Then one day, she became my assistant,
and suddenly she was in an
environment equal to the task of entertaining
and stimulating her magnificent mind.
Then she should have taken up
crocheting, not felony robbery.
Granted.
But for Catherine, this was not about
malice nor financial gain, nor thrill seeking.
It was about getting my attention, and she got it.
Her reign of terror is over.
I promise.
She pleads guilty to
misdemeanor possession of a firearm.
I'll recommend probation, no jail time.
Thank you, Ms. Raines.
- One thing. - Yes?
I do this for you, you do something for me.
I'm listening.
Get me an interview at Crane, Poole & Schmidt.
Let's just say being a district attorney
isn't entertaining and stimulating my magnificent mind.
Just get me in the door. I'll get the job myself,
and you'll get Catherine Piper back.
I'll see what I can do.
These are for you, dill pickles.
They're supposed to alter the metallic
taste sensation from the chemotherapy
and make your regular food taste better.
Well, that is the nicest
chemo gift I've ever gotten.
This may not be the best time to discuss this,
but you're weak, and I'm strong.
You don't get to set all the rules in this relationship.
Your whole life, you have
used money to set the rules,
and now you're using your illness.
I think I should be able
to. I... I got the bum lung.
I know, I know,
but it, it wasn't right
for you to shut me out like that.
You're right. I'm sorry.
But if you hit me or anything,
I might literally die.
Scoot.
I've been thinking a good deal about my offer
to hire you as my personal assistant,
I've come to the conclusion,
Catherine, that I am a terrible boss.
Oh, no, dear, I don't think so.
My point is, I've found you a job, a better job.
I don't know.
The pay is comparable. It's a start-up company,
and they need someone with imagination
and experience, a real people person.
I immediately thought of you.
Dental?
I'm sure something can be worked out.
So what would I be doing?
Pesto chicken, veggie wraps!
Roast beef on ciabatta! Come and get it.
I have fruit and hard-boiled eggs
and stuff, but I've got bundt cake.
Okay, what are you having there? That's $4 for that.
Thank you very much.
Only a sandwich? Don't you want something sweet?
I've got sweet buns. Oh, no.
So you're in the sandwich business now?
A silent investor.
There you are.
I've hardly seen you this episode.
It saddens me.
Tough case?
Yes, lack of privacy on the
internet is complicated and...
overwhelming.
It doesn't scare me.
My life's an open book.
So you wouldn't mind if someone tapped a few keys
and discovered you have mad cow?
I don't care. I tell everybody I meet anyway.
Ever looked yourself up on the internet?
I have. Denny Crane, legal genius. What about you?
No. I don't want to know me.
Oh, I know you. You're not so bad.
- So I've met this girl. - You did?
Irma Levine. She gives me a bit of trouble.
Take her to my wedding.
- We just met. - Bev and I just met.
We're the ones getting married.
You are, aren't you?
Yes, I am.