...And Justice for All

I pledge allegiance to the flag

of the United States of America

and to the republic for which it stands.

One nation under God, indivisible,

with liberty and justice for all.

I pledge allegiance to the flag

of the United States of America

and to republic for which it stands.

One nation under God, indivisible,

with liberty and justice for all.

I pledge allegiance to the flag

of United States of America

and to the republic for which it stands.

One nation under God, indivisible,

with liberty...

And justice for all.

Take your wig off.

Take your wig off.

Turn and face the wall.

This way. Turn and face the wall.

Face the wall.

All right. That's it.

Are you a natural blond?

Chicken delight. He deliver.

- Don't put that in here. - Chick ain't my type.

Easy, easy. That's my wife you're talking about.

She here for our conjugal visit.

Come over here and let daddy show you what he got in his pants.

Shit, she got the same thing up under her skirt

- that you got in your pants. - Come on. Hold it, hold it.

Come on, we got a lady here.

Okay, Agee. You got any concealed weapons that they didn't find up front?

He got something concealed.

- But it ain't no weapon. - Ha, ha, ha.

What do you say you strip to make sure?

Whoo!

A star is born.

Hey, Kirkland. Watch your hands.

Hey, what's that?

Come on, Kirkland. Let's go.

Hey, dude. Wow, look at that.

- I say, hey, man. - Make a phone call for me, man.

Hey, man, don't run off now, big shot.

All right. All right.

Where the hell is he?

What do you mean, he's in jail?

My lawyer's in jail?

Contempt of court?

He's too goddamn emotional.

Get him. I've had a car accident.

I haven't left the scene of the accident, I'm in it!

Unit 4-Adam. Be advised, no record, no warrant.

Can't you hear the confusion around me? You hear this noise?

Firemen trying to get me out of the car. I'm trapped because some son...

- Could you move back? - We're gonna try and get you out.

- I'm on the phone. - Just a minute.

Keep it down, for chrissake. I'm trying... Goddamn it.

Listen, I want you to tell Arthur to get over here.

I'm on the... Where are we? Eager Street.

The Eager Street ex...

Just tell him to get over here. You can't miss it.

I understand you took a swing at Judge Fleming. Is that true?

Hey, Kiley. Why don't you do something about that kid in there?

Put him someplace else?

Oh, they're just having some fun with him, that's all.

Fun?

Well, sometimes the boys get bored.

With you, it's still new and exciting.

Sign here.

Why don't you ease up on the judge?

He's your kind of guy, huh?

Yeah, Fleming's a tough man.

Hates scum almost as much as we do.

Good morning, Mr. Kirkland.

Carl. Yeah, Arthur.

Come on. Are you all right?

I want you to sue the son of a bitch who did this to me.

Every cent he's got. Every nickel.

Thank God I can walk. Carl, are you all right?

Disappear.

Why don't you wait... She wasn't hurt, nothing in the report.

Why don't you wait in the car. No need for the wife to know.

All right. After all, I was your first.

You know, Arthur? I was your first client.

You broke cherry on me.

Not the time to go down memory lane, Carl.

Let's just get you to the hospital, get you checked out.

Lie back. You are the best.

Get every nickel, then have him put away.

I'll see he gets the death penalty, Carl.

Lie back, sir. Death is okay too.

Jesus, you stink. Somebody piss on you?

Get him out of here.

Make sure nobody uses my car phone.

I'm in a hospital, some jerk calls Rome.

You son of a bitch! You lunatic!

Carl. Carl, you're gonna have a stroke.

You'll have to deal with my lawyer!

The death penalty! You'll die for this. He's the best.

It's not even my car.

Carl. Carl. Carl.

I got a terrible headache. You'll be all right.

I'll call you at the hospital.

What about this guy here?

He says he's all right.

I mean, it's a friend's car.

I just borrowed it for the night, and now how am I gonna tell him?

I think you should go to the hospital.

Well, I'm okay, but the car... I know. I know.

Let me take you over to the hospital.

My horoscope said it was gonna be a great day.

And look what happened. You'll be fine.

No, it's not gonna be that way this time.

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

DA's willing to go two years, one year probation.

That's a lot of fucking time, man.

Okay? Hi, Artie.

I ain't kissing nobody's ass. I'm not asking you to kiss it.

Just give it a little pat.

Arthur.

Excuse me. Yes?

Hold it, Wenke. Where are you going?

Bathroom. Go home.

No. Go home and change.

No. You look like shit.

What would you say if I walked into court like that?

Arthur? What would...? Arthur, what would you say?

I don't want to keep harping on this,

but the ethics committee's checking up on everyone.

Please, you gotta watch it.

Okay, I'll watch it.

Last week, two lawyers were disbarred on minor charges.

You run around, get thrown into jail on contempt of court.

Fleming got me crazy. You push Fleming

on that McCullaugh thing,

there's gonna be big trouble, I'm telling you.

McCullaugh's innocent, and I can't get that goddamn Fleming

to even look at the evidence, Jay.

What do you want me to do? You don't threaten the judge.

You don't threaten the judge!

You do me a personal favor?

Put this on.

Chanel something.

I got Fleming first thing this morning.

Give him my love.

That tie, I like it.

It's Fleming's favorite color.

All rise.

Criminal court of Baltimore City is now in session.

The Honorable Henry T. Fleming presiding.

Be seated.

If Your Honor please, for the first matter,

the state would call case number 577-46898,

State v. Robert Wenke.

Mr. Wenke, may I ask you to step forward, please?

And how many times have you been before the bench, Mr. Wenke?

Three times, Your Honor.

Once for assault, once for arson, once for grand larceny.

And now we have indecent exposure.

What's the matter, Mr. Wenke?

Can't you decide what you wanna be when you grow up?

Got anything to say?

Yes, Your Honor.

I'm a loyal Colts fan.

You are also a revolting, despicable, scum of the earth

who should be taken out and squashed like a cockroach.

Judge, I object. My client has not been found guilty yet.

You're absolutely right, counselor.

Let's see, it's now 9:40.

At 9:41 he will be guilty.

I find the defendant, Ronald Wenke, guilty.

Sentence to be imposed at a later time.

Your Honor, I would request that Mr. Wenke's bail be continued.

Bail is revoked. Thank you, Your Honor.

If Your Honor please, the state will now call indictment number 577-46899...

That was good. Very good work. I wanna thank you for your counsel.

Very nice. Colts fan. I need Colts?

That's terrific, Wenke.

You do know.

The big white house.

You know, with the fat columns out in front?

On Greenway Avenue.

Guess how much that house is worth on the market today?

I don't know. Take a guess.

Seven million.

Two-hundred and forty-three thousand dollars.

Now, that's some nut I've got, huh?

That's okay. I get enough accident cases this year, I'll be all right.

Maybe I ought to start throwing out banana peels.

Listen, recess is almost over and all I've got left is this illegal lottery case...

Did you know that there's a guy

eating something off your table? Huh?

The guy you're prosecuting? Yeah?

He's eating the lottery tickets.

Holy shit.

Gibson, get the hell away... Get out of there.

Leave me alone. Don't swallow.

- You son of a bitch. - My client.

- Give me that. Don't swallow. - My client.

Spit it out.