L.A. Law

Rick D's in the morning, here's FM.

It's twelve minutes past seven.

The.

East and west by Santa Monica, also the inbound Hollywood.

It's your basic gridlock, very typical for post-holiday traffic.

And Rachel, what'd you do over the Labor Day weekend?

Well, you know, Ricky, how much I hate to drive.

So I spent all weekend, all three days, lying by my pool, catching some rays in the nude.

Yeah, Rick D's here.

Hello, Rick?

Yes.

This is Jennifer, the boss of the secretary.

Yes, Jennifer.

How are you?

I'm fine, thank you.

The boss just wanted to tell you something.

Okay.

When you get off the air, he wants to kill you.

She can't be there.

Okay.

Staff meeting will probably go past one, so I pushed your deposition with Margulis to Thursday.

Thanks.

Oh, and don't forget your two o'clock with Lydia Graham.

Who?

Friend of Julia Lippincott.

Oh, yeah.

You're supposed to look over her settlement.

All right.

And remember, they're picking up your call for detailing today.

Great smell.

God, I hate these buildings.

Air conditioning goes down.

This smells like the inside of a garbage disposal.

Mckenzie, Brackman, Jenny, Kuzak, Arnold, Becker.

Got any of that spray stuff?

Oh, one moment, Mrs. Swayze.

Let me see if he's available.

Available.

Available.

7.30, Tuesday morning.

Available.

Margaret, how was the long weekend?

Well.

Well, I don't know.

I'd have to go back over the agreement, but he's got them for holiday weekends.

Maybe it was malicious, Margaret, but getting an injunction?

I know it's the first day of school.

I know.

I don't blame you for worrying.

Absolutely.

Absolutely, you should have had him home by 6 O'clock.

But, but, Margaret, to, Margaret, to go to court, Margaret, Margaret,

look, if that's what you want.

Mckenzie Brackman, Cheney, and... Margaret, Margaret, I'll tell you what.

Oh, good morning, Mrs. Cox.

Let me talk to his lawyer first.

If that doesn't work... Let me see if he's available.

Yes, we'll slap him with an injunction.

Cross the face for all I care.

Just do it.

Shirley Cox.

Morning, Shirley.

Shirley, come on, give me a break.

It's 7.30 A.M.

Shirley, the reason I'm not at my house is because I'm here.

No, I am not trying to avoid you.

Shirley, yes, I know he's a fat brown loaf, but even a fat brown loaf deserves a sex life.

I agree.

Not in front of your nine-year-old son.

Shh, shh, shh.

Shirley.

Shirley, I'm going to put you on hold a minute, sweetheart.

Dick, this is not smart.

Oh, don't dick me.

Not after that settlement you rammed down my throat.

This is a settlement that you agreed to.

Oh, a settlement I was blackmailed into.

Oh, you took away everything I hold dear, Becker.

My house, my kids, my coin collection.

I have to sell my boat.

What about the Ferrari?

I specifically left it out of the community property because I know how much you love that car.

Dick, we both know that Louise doesn't know it.

A dipstick from a garter belt.

You excluded it because it's Lee's tool, you know that?

Dick.

Don't do this.

You're gonna regret it.

If I spend 20 years in jail with my pants down around my ankles, I will not regret it.

Do you want to call the cops, huh?

You know where to find me?

I'm calling the police.

No, you don't.

A starter gun.

Not about him.

About the smell.

What smell?

Mr. Cheney.

I didn't actually touch him, but I'm pretty sure he's dead.

If he is, I'll get tips in his office.

Guy's face is stuck on the plate like crazy.

Nice place to spend the week.

Let's button this up and get him out of here.

Currently says he's been dead over 48 hours.

Could have been an embolism, maybe his heart.

It's tragic, isn't it?

One minute you're hip deep in the tax code, and the next, muerte.

Who?

Norm Chaney, one of the senior partners.

Kind of makes you want to stop and sniff the daisies.

Are you all right?

He's fine, Mr. Brackman, for me.

Oh, I really am worried about Hilda.

She's been with me for 30 years.

What if they say... Sit.

Sit.

Yes, it's great.

Have you got any idea how you want to handle the Lewis audit?

I haven't thought about that yet.

Now, what time was it you got here in the morning?

7.30.

I want to get him downtown.

Seb.

All yours.

I could use a hand.

He's stiff as a board.

I'm going to have to take him out, share and all.

Do it.

I'm going to have to get a written statement from him.

Hi.

What's going on?

Mr. Cheney is dead.

Oh, my God.

You can't file it now, Mr. Cheney.

I found him.

Are you Ms. Buckner?

Yes, sir.

Your predecessor was fired for tardiness.

I'm sorry, the police kept us in the lobby.

In my office.

I'll explain your duties.

Strange brood.

Be still, my heart.

It's, uh, John Preggerson.

His son's been arrested again.

Is Kuzak in yet?

No.

I'm sorry, Mr. Cheney's secretary will have to get back to you.

Guy's so stiff you could put him in a museum.

Look at this.

His feet are like frozen.

Watch him.

Watch him.

We're coming out right through here now.

Make way.

No, no.

Is the guy Jewish?

Can we have a little reverence?

Yes, sir.

Turn him.

Turn him.

No, the other way.

Come on, watch him.

You're gonna lose him.

Watch him.

Careful.

Careful.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Mr. Cheney's office.

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

He's not available right now.

Sergeant, the little hand is on the 9 and the big hand is on the 12.

I gotta be downtown in 30 minutes.

As soon as your client's through with breakfast, meantime, why don't you let the officer pat you down?

What's the matter?

You guys don't get enough at home?

I'm getting tired of your mouth, Jose.

Whoa.

Now, you show me some respect.

The name is Sifuentes.

Victor Sifuentes.

I don't care if you're freaking out.

Your freaking name is Pancho freaking Villa.

You don't see your client without you get searched.

Now, assume the freaking position.

You lay a hand on me, and I'm going to kick your fat butt.

That's it.

You are out of here.

You're going to be hearing more about this, McCloskey.

I can't freaking wait.

Michael Kuzak, attorney representing Justin Fagerson.

I'd like to talk to the investigating officer.

Which that would be Detective Tuttle.

Yeah, get it right off him.

Lester to his friends.

What's all the excitement?

Memo out of division.

We got to search all attorneys before they go in.