"did you get any word from patty?" "i've told her that she's got to come back here." "she doesn't want to come back." "you think patty tried to kill you to protect herself?" "i am trying to settle this case.fx she's divorcing me." "maybe i'll tell him about you and gregory malina." "give me five minutes, ray." "i think george moore engineered this whole hit-and-run." "ngton to get you to settle." "george moore made a big show of going after frobisher." "but you didn't believe he was?" "i could get killed for what i told you." "if there's a connection between you and arthur frobisher, we will find it." "i spoke with george moore." "how could you be so stupid?" "!" "don't bothn' coming back." "thanks for the advice... but i guess i won't be needing this anymore." "what happened?" "i told her i was sick of her bull shit." "you what?" "ellen, you're a first-year associate." "when patty was my age, do you think she would have tolerated a boss like her?" "no." "then why should i?" "was this about the case?" "sort of." "i uncovered some evidence on my own but patty wasvmore interested in putting me in my place than what i found." "i see, mm-hmm." "she says it's all about the case, but it's not." "it's about her and her mind games." "yes. i want the clients to win their case, but... i'm not going to be patty's punching bag." "oh, you'll bounce back." "which is why i'mhere, mr. nye." "i need a job." "the law will always be here, ellen." "but, um, your wedding is coming up, isn't it?" "yes." "you know, i made similar mistakes early in my career." "never took a honeymoon." "don't let your life pass you by." "is that a no?" "babe, this is a nightmare." "what is?" "the seating arrangement." "it's more complicated than the bar exam." "can i sit your cousin jake next to heather?" "why are you always trying to pimp heather out, huh?" "i just thought, you know, they both... they both love hiking... and narcotics." "they have lots to talk about." "how'd it go with nye?" "he wouldn't give me a job." "he told me to take a vacation." "i love this man." "all right, i will see you later." "okay?" "okay." "hello, david." "patty." "may i come in?" "do you want to call me later?" "yeah." "i will." "i was wondering when you would show up." "you impressed me with this." "i wasn't trying to. just take the information and use it." "it's all very intriguing, but how does it help our case?" "george moore was heading up the sec investigation into frobisher's company, butaccording to a former sec investigator... laura watkins." "i met with her." "she believed that moore was making a big show of wanting to take down frobisher, but behind the scenes he was torpedoing the investigation." "and all the rest of this-- the hotel records, there ntal car receipts, a flight manifest... all show that george moore was in jacksonville, florida the weekend before frobisher sold his stock." "moore drove down to palm beach to tip off frobisher." "it's a nice theory." "no proof." "use it anyway." "put pressure on moore." "to do what?" "get frobisher to settle." "i could never understand why moore leaked arlington, but nowit makes perfect sense." "he must be afraid of what would come out in a trial." "moore wants the whole case to go away, and if he knows that you're closing in on him... he'll give us more dirt we can use against frobisher." "so... we need to go back to moore." "i think so." "and you're the only lawyer in my firm he'll talk to." "it's a nice apartment.isn't it?" "go back to moore." "and... of course you can have your job back." "i don't want it." "but i'll talk to moore." "i want you to win this case." "our court date-- six weeks, folks." "needs you to do something, do it." "exhibits, witness prep.it is deadline time." "felicia, do you have the expert list?" "you'll get it tomorrow." "that's it." "make your mothers proud." "where was ellen this morning?" "i don't know.maybe she wasn't feeling well." "tom, half the office saw her storm out the other day." "did patty fire her?" "just s:cus on the case." "everyone's talking about it." "what are we supposed to tell them?" "whatever you want. tell them ellen's dead." "just get me the goddamn expert list." "i hope she was fired." "i never liked her." "ray?" "hey." "what are you doing here?" "i thought you could use some lunch." "what do we got here?" "a nice filet, some asparagus, and some blackberry cobbler." "sweetie, this is stupendous." "i finished my meetings this morning, and i just realized how much i missed you." "i know, i know, i'm sorry." "this case has just taken over my life." "they all do, ray, but this one... this one's different." "i worry about you." "you're so quiet these days." "what?" "you never accused me of that before." "well, it's true." "soon as the case is over, i'll be a regular ol' chatterbox again." "well, that'll be nice." "we'll take a few days, go see your sister in tacoma." "i'll believe that when i see it." "i promise. mallory: sit, sit, eat." "oh, that smells good." "more wine?" "why not?" "we're going to be closing soon, so... looks like i'm your last customer." "i suppose i just lost track of the time." "you're always coming in here with work. what do you do?" "i'm an attorney." "you know, i don't believe i've ever caught your name." "greg." "ray." "a blackout?" "you were probably still in kindergarten." "this was 1977, the very first week i arrived." "an auspicious debut." "shit." "i guess when i got here." "when?" "last se lember." "you don't say." "before or after?" "just before." "it almost made my change my mind, but then i thought.." "." "if i leave now... they win." "right." "i probably should have left, though." "why's that?" "i don't know, i... i just can't... get going, you know?" "i live in a shithole, and i barely make enough to pay my rent." "why did you decide to move here in the first place?" "i'll try anything once, i guess." "oh, i'm sorry." "that's my wife." "you're married?" "never seen her; you never bring her in." "oh, i come in here to work, clear my head." "you like being an attorney?" "i like the relationship between attorney and client." "there's an intimacy there, a trust." "someone puts himself in your hands." "and you like that." "i do." "what the hell are you doing here?" "oh, uh, a couple downstairs said the ceiling was dripping.just, um.... checking for a leak." "and the lamp?" "noticed a bulb was out." "does ellen know that you're here?" "no." "patty hewes told me to extra special care of you." "next time, you call me." "don't ever do this again." "you have 57 new messages." "hi, it's tom." "it is tom" "i'm in rome now." "i'm worried about you... hey,it is tom i really need to talk." "yeah, mom, i'm up at henry's." "everything's fine... i don't know how to tell you this." "i just got a call from hollis nye." "somehow, ellen's in jail." "i don't know how to tell you this." "i just got a call from hollis nye." "somehow, ellen's in jail." "she was arrested for killing david." "how was sawgrass?" "i'm sorry?" "did you hit the green on 17 or end up in the drink?" "depends on when you'retalking about." "june, 2002." "you were in jacksonville, florida the weekend be frobisher dumped his stock." "ah, yes." "i hit the green." "i'm sure you did." "then you drove four hours to palm beach and tipped off frobisher that the sec was about to release a report damning his company's finances." "frobisher give you a nice kickback?" "i was trying to prosecute arthur frobisher." "not according to laura watkins." "look, i don't know what you think... i think you want this case to be over, and i think that we can help each other." "give us something on frobisher." "and if i don't?" "then patty hewes starts looking into you." "your finances, your investments,your bank accounts" " anything you have hidden, she'll find it." "i told you, i can't give you frobisher." "but i can give you somebody." "who?" "same time, tomorrow night, meet me here." "i'll bring you a present." "you scared me." "you're so cute when you think you're alone." "yeah?" "ugh, i'm living life in reverse." "first breakfast then bed." "what's that?" "it's our first wedding gift." "don't get too excited, though. it's from aunt marge and uncle fran." "a garden gnome?" "we live in an apartment." "thank god your family has some taste." "what did patty have to say?" "she offered me my job back." "what did you say?" "i said no." "good." "i don't like having her in our lives." "neither do i." "you want breakfast?" "aw, no." "who is it?" "lila dimeo." "don't answer it." "but this is the third time she's called this week." "well, we need do something." "i'm not going to let this woman keepscrewing with us." "we need to talk." "how did it go with judge toomey?" "patty, when are you going to announce ellen's firing?" "i'm-i'm-i'm running around the office, avoiding people's questions... and?" "and i'm a partner now, and i need you to treat me like one." "if you have plans for ellen, i need to know them." "there are no plans." "then you should tell the associates that." "ellen approached a key informant without our knowledge, and she was fired." "people should know that." "go announce it." "thank you." "and, tom?" "you're right, you're a partner, should start treating you like one." "fiske: goddamn it, gregory,you had one task. one task, and you screwed it up." "how was i supposed to know the guy was gonna show up early?" "you shouldn't have been in the condo in the first place." "you were supposed to rent it, leave the key, and take a goddamn vacation." "i'm sorry, ray." "but i'm telling you, the girl didn't see anything." "the important thing now is for you to say nothing." "you just forget any of this ever happened, understand?" "yes, i understand." "look, i'm sorry for raising my voice at you... it's my fault." "i-i screwed up." "i'm the one who sent you down there." "listen." "that gift i gave you, for going down there... the stock." "do yourself a favor." "sell it tomorrow." "give me a double scotch." "do you believe this?" "i'm staying in a hotel room." "i can't be in that house anymore." "you better get me the best goddamn divorce attorney in this city." "of course." "one battle at a time." "thank you, that's enough." "we were right." "about what?" "george moore." "he sold you out." "arlington... gregory malina... it's all him." "so you're meeting with moore again?" "yeah." "he won't give up frobisher, but he's going to give us someone else." "you've got him desperate." "he's trying to make the case go away before it closes in on him." "if moore tipped off frobisher, that's a crime." "why shouldn't we just go after him for that?" "because our clients come first." "criminal charges would take precedence." "our case could get pushed another three years." "we'll get there, ellen... once step at a time." "here." "what's this?" "it should hold you over for a few weeks." "i'm not doing this for money." "i know you're not, but take it." "don't be foolish, ellen." "everyone needs to eat." "mom?" "yeah." "oh, hey." "sorry to interrupt." "michael, this is ellen parsons." "hi. nice to meet you, michael." "yeah, cool." "are you using the car tonight?" "me, henry and julius are going to head to foxwoods." "to the casino?" "you can't get in." "mom... fake ids?" "you guys have a nice night." "she's kind of hot." "where the hell have you been?" "i've been waiting for over... are you sure you're all right?" "i'm fine. -here." "i'm sorry you went through that." "i hate these people." "photos link ray fiske to gregory malina, and the documents prove that fiske's guilty of insider trading." "you should be able to use that." "it's blackmail, ellen." "just do what needs to be done." "so mr. frobisher offered $500 million to settle, and patty hewes turned it down." "at that price, this case should be over." "she's overplaying her hand." "gone and convinced herself that arthur's outburst in that deposition room will be worth more to a jury than it actually is." "my grandfather adored you, ray." "i'm told people thought you were his son." "he was a fine man, an even better mentor." "he'd be tickled pink to see what you've made of yourself, marshall." "we all have the utmost respect here for you,ray we truly do." "so i... i won't mince words." "the senior partners have lost confidence in your ability to effectively try this case." "you've got to be kidding me." "and as you know, mr. frobisher's case bears enormous consequence to the future well-being of this firm." "the partners want me to shadow you from here on out." "you'll consult me on any and all tactical decisions as we move to trial." "look, arthur frobisher is a stubborn man." "stubborn and complicated." "there are complexities to the case that are beyond the normal scope of... look, ray... marshall, i'm sorry, no offense, but i'm going to have to talk this over with amos." "it's been decided." "oking over your rider every step of the way,fx." "you'll turn over everything you've got, get me up to speednby the end of the week." "what do you have there, girl?" "let me see." "come on." "come on, girl, open up." "don't you just love dogs?" "yeah." "they're like people. only without the bullshit." "go play, girl, go." "client reps rethink the offer?" "what's this?" "it's our counter." "the wealthy patron who paid gregory malina's way down to florida, i'm guessing it was you, ray." "where'd you get these?" "does it matter?" "they're just pictures, patty." "they don't mean... anything." "read the document." "you transferred stock to gregory malina, then told him to sell using information you got from your client." "i don't give a shit about your private life, ray." "but i can't sit on this kind of i nformation." "patty... unless you and i come to some arrangement." "there is no way frobisher is going to offer you a better settlement." "i don't want one." "this case is going to be tried in a courtroom." "i am not tanking my own case at trial." "think about it, ray." "take your time." "i don't have to think about it." "frobisher's my client.and my friend." "we wouldn't be having this conversation if gregorybmalina were still alive." "you're a baptist, right, ray?" "repent." "thank you." "mr. phillips wants to sit down with you later." "i'll be here." "i think we just got our second wedding gift." "really?" "yeah." "it's probably from aunt barbara." "she told me she ordered something online last week." "okay, hang on, mom." "hang on. i'll open it." "hang on." "you know, ordering gifts on the internet is not as easy as people say." "i tried to find your name on the registry page, but there were six ellen parsons in new york alone." "anyway, you know this means you're going to have to start sending thank you notes." "oh, my god." ": what?" "who would send this?" "what is it?" "honey, what is it?" "hey, ellen?" "what's going on?" "yeah, do you still have lila dimeo's phone number?" "uh... yeah, i think." "dimeo (voice mail): hey, there, it's lila." "sorry, i'm not around, but i bet ya know what to do and when to do it." "this is ellen parsons." "stay away from my fianc?" "or iI swear to god i will come aftern you, you crazy bitch." "we're done, ellen." "hello?" "li... stop, stop it. just stop." "listen to me." "damn it, will you just-- no!" "lila, you need to stop calling me!" "that was, uh... that was great, ray." "thanks for dinner." "had to celebrate your new job." "yeah." "it's gonna feel strange going to work in a suit." "looks good on you." "thanks." "gregory... what is it?" "we can't be in contact anymore." "why not?" ": looks like the government is charging my client." "i... i don't know anything." "you know enough." "we can't be seen together." "okay." "i'm gonna miss you, gregory." "i'll miss you too,ray." "gregory... what?" "what is it?" "no, ray... gregory, please. please... no, ray, come on." "that's... that's not who i am." "i don't believe you." "ray." "please." "jesus, ray!" "i'm sorry." "i'm sorry, ray." "i'm sorry. i... what is it, ray?" "george moore is dead." "i heard." "i got a letter... from gregory malina." "when?" "it's over, art.." "what is?" "it's over." "ray, what's over?" "ray, what the hell are you talking ab...?" "hey." "mallory." "what time is it?" "did you eat?" "there's some grilled salmon in the fridge." "first thing in the morning... we have to leave." "to go where, myqsister's?" "no... we have to get out of the country." "i don't understand." "i'll explain everything tomorrow." "right now i need you to pack our things." "ray, you have totell me what... mal... you have to trust me." "will you do that?" "yes... yes, of course." "okay." "i have a few things i have to take care of." "you got my message?" "i did." "fiske: yeah, so... i've been mulling things over." "i'd like to sit down with you, see how we can work this out." "i'm glad to hear it, we can get together first thing in the morning." "i'd prefer sooner." "i don't want this hanging overme, you understand?" "of course." "what are you doing later tonight?" "i can be anywhere you want me to be." "yeah, it was the first movie i saw in, like, four months where i actually stayed awake." "okay, babe." "i'll talk to you later." "hey there, ray." "hello, patty." "you want a drink?" "thanks, no." "well, sit." "how you holding up?" "i've been better." "did i ever tell you why i became a lawyer, ray?" "no, you never told me." "i thought i could change the world." "silly, huh?" "i just liked getting to wear a tie every day." "you and i are two sides of the same coin." "how's that?" "we love the game." "another case, a bigger win.it's an addiction like anyother." "you're blackmailing me, patty." "yes." "i'm sorry." "long as we're clear." "frobisher is guilty,ray." "help me set things right." "you're a friend." "we bring out the best in each other." "after this, we have a hundred more rounds to go." "i don't see how that's possible." "i am not looking to destroy you." "we attorneys survive." "it's the clients that come and go." "i can't go into acourtroom... and deliberately lose my case." "i know it will be painful, ray." "but six months, a year from now, it'll all blow over, and you'll come work with me." "i'm serious." "you would do that?" "hire the finest goddamn litigator i've ever come up against?" "yes, ray." "absolutely." "there's a place for you here." "it's win-win, for both of us." "okay, patty." "good, ray." "i'm glad." "you know... i always wanted to work with you, patty." "not anymore."