(Raymond and Eugene are seated in court. The Bailiff returns the verdict to
the Foreman.)
Judge Camp: Madame. Foreperson, the jury has reached a unanimous verdict?
Foreperson: We have, Your Honor.
Judge Camp: What say you?
Foreman: Commonwealth versus Raymond Burnette, on the charge of murder in the
second degree . . . we find the defendant Raymond Burnette . . . not guilty.
(Raymond and his mothers cry tears of relief, and they hug. The jury is
dismissed, and Simmons just stares straight ahead.)
(On the elevator.)
Raymond: Thank you man. I don't know how to say thanks.
Eugene: (to Mrs. Burnette) You asked me before if I was goin' to save your
son. I told you I would try to keep him out of jail. I did. Whether he's
saved, that's up to the two of you. (To Raymond) You don't know how to say
thanks. From now on, every ten-year-old kid you see out there? You pretend
he's mine.
(Raymond is touched.)
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(Shirley is at the podium at the luncheon.)
Shirley: For her perseverance both the Roxbury Animal Shelter and her
fundraising efforts to help build the Jamaica Plains Shelter, it gives me
great pleasure to present the 1998 Bassethound Award to Miss Rebecca
Washington.
(Rebecca steps up to the stage, gets her picture taken with Shirley, then
steps up to the podium)
Rebecca: Thank you so much. I was so honored to come here today. Especially
. . . to be honored for something that I love. I so love dogs. But I uh . .
. I should also be honest in saying I'm a little thrown. Okay, two days ago
I had to kill a rat in my office and I guess there are some people in the
association that are considering taking this trophy back from me because of
that. And well . . . Shirley, who I adore . . . she mentioned some hypocrisy
issues and well, . . the last thing I want to be accused of is hypocrisy, so
I'm just gonna say this. I hate rats. (The room stares at her with blank
expressions.) Love dogs, but rats, I think they're filthy disgusting scummy
little things, they may be one of G-d's creatures but they certainly don't
represent His best work, and if one ever tries to run up my leg, I will not
apologize for stompin' it to death. Rats. They're ugly, they got mashed up
faces, they carry germs and rabies and . . . and . . . and come on. Let's
all ‘fess up. You'd all try to poison them if they were in your house. Part
of me even likes those spring traps ‘cause they make ‘em suffer, the scummy
little rat squeaks out in pain and the other rats know better than to come
into the area. Ever see a drowned one in a pool? Yuck. I ain't savin' no
rat and if that costs me this award then so be it. I just hope I hold on to
this long enough so I can use it to bash in one little rat head. Otherwise,
I thank you.
(Jimmy is the only one clapping as she heads back to her table. The firm
stares at her until she slams the trophy on the table.)
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(Feldman is hugging, his wife, kids, and Jamison in the corridor. Eugene
approaches.)
Eugene: Not guilty?
Jamison: Yeah. You too, huh?
Eugene: Yeah.
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(Helen is sitting at the D.A.'s table. No one else is in the room. Eugene
enters and sits down.)
Helen: Hey. How'd the luncheon go?
Eugene: Had to leave, my jury came back.
Helen: Good?
Eugene: I don't think you'd like it. (Helen smiles.) I'm still all dressed.
Get a drink or something?
Helen: Actually, . . I'd rather go for a walk. Feel like walking?
Eugene: Cold out there.
Helen: Tell me about it.
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(Bobby is in the office, working late. Lindsay walks in.)
Lindsay: Rebecca okay?
Bobby: Yeah. She was just feeling the stress of everything. That and . . .
Lindsay: She hates rats.
Bobby: Yeah. (They hold a look.) Are you lashing out because of us? Or do
you really believe . .
Lindsay: Both. I'm sure part of my . . . frustration has nothing to do with
the practice. But part of it does. I know what you want this place to be.
And I think I can help you . . . (She stops herself.)
Bobby: What?
Lindsay: Nothing.
Bobby: What?
Lindsay: (She bites her lip, then decides she will say it): I'm right here,
Bobby. I'm standing right here.
(He gets her meaning. She's his answer. Not just to better office
management. And part of him . . . he knows she's right. The chemistry here
certainly lives on. They gaze at each other.)
Bobby: I'll uh . . . I'll think this office stuff through.
Lindsay: Okay. That'd be good. (They gaze at each other again, then she
leaves.)
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(An area of Boston is shown, not one of the best neighborhoods. Homeless
people are laying on the sidewalks. Helen and Eugene are on a walk, trying
to re-connect with the humanity that made them want to be lawyers.)
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