Previously on The Practice: Harland Bassett makes an ass out of himself and never wins a trial. Then he asks Eugene to help him with a case involving a drug company. Eugene complains about Harland's track record. He doesn't want to end up embarrassed if he does agree to help him with this case. Bobby asks for an update and then proceeds to get annoyed by Eugene's involvement. James Rebhorn guest stars as a top-notch civil litigation lawyer. The pharmaceutical company named in Harland's suit refuses to deal. Eugene finally agrees to help Harland after he meets the young girl, Annie Mullen, whose liver failed as a result of the antibiotics
The Firm Where They Prove The Existence Of Pain. Jimmy "The Lump Before Time" Berluti explains to the Mullens that the hardest part about their case is actually proving that the drug caused Annie's liver to fail. Mr. Mullen wants to know if they have to prove it beyond a reasonable doubt. Eugene "A Harland In Time Saves Nine" Young replies, "No. That's the criminal standard. The burden here is the preponderance of the evidence." Mrs. Mullen wants to know where Harland is hiding. Eugene brings her back on course; he doesn't believe they're going to win the trial. The goal is to do well enough to ensure that Hayden Laboratories settles. Then he gets up to check on Harland, who is in the bathroom and looks like ten miles of bad road. That's ten miles of pot-holed, greased down, lines faded, cracked-up backyard cottage road. He's splashing water on his face and staring at himself in the mirror. Harland: "Could you take the meeting?" Eugene snaps back, "Take the meeting? It's a pretrial. They want to talk to you." Harland "The Thin Hair Line" Bassett isn't feeling too well. The Harmony Of Hapless Harland hopes to restore some of the man's dignity as he explains to Eugene that he thinks he's having an anxiety attack. His brow is sweaty. His remaining hair is disheveled, and his eyes look tired. Eugene wants to know if he should tell the Mullens to wait. Harland turns around: "No." Pause. Harland: "I'm okay." As he walks toward the door, Harland grabs his chest, exclaims, "Can't get air!" and then falls flat on his face. Eugene is rushing to his side as we wind up and into the credits.
Okay. I will gladly endure the hell of these credits if the journalists of the world over would finally agree to stop talking about Renée Zellweger and the weight she gained/lost for Bridget Jones's Diary. Enough is enough already.
The Hospital, Emergency Pain. The doctor wants to run one more test on poor ol' Harland. His heart is fine. They just want to make sure it was really an anxiety attack. The doctor says they can keep him overnight, but Harland has to leave; he's got a trial in six hours. Eugene and Jimmy are by his side. Eugene thinks they can probably get a continuance. Harland isn't so sure. The judge is a hard nut, and he said the last continuance is final. Eugene insists that this time he has a valid medical reason. Harland excites, "That's the problem!" Apparently, he was so underprepared for the trial that he faked a heart attack to get the last continuance. The judge said that if something goes wrong this time, another lawyer would have to try the case, because he's moving forward regardless. Eugene says Harland is the only one who can try the case. No one else knows the case well enough. It's decided, then: Harland will try the case. End of anxiety-attack drama. Jimmy just stands there looking lumpy as Harland starts ripping out tubes and asking Eugene to grab his pants.
Whoosh. The Firm. Bobby "The Emperor's New Move" Donnell asks if they're going forward. Eugene says that Harland claims he's ready. We see a nice shot of Bumbling Bassett through the doorway, working steadily on in the conference room. I'm imagining we're supposed to suspend our disbelief in thinking that he can't hear Bobby and Eugene talking about him. Oh, make that Bobby, Eugene, Ellenor, Lucy, and Jimmy talking about him and the case. Eugene asks Lucy about the exhibits. She tells him they've been delivered to the courthouse. Ellenor, the one on maternity leave who seems to get more lines than Rebecca, a woman who is not and has never been pregnant on the show, jokes, "Do you guys have any chance?" Rod insists that they settle the first chance they get. Don't worry. That's Eugene's plan. He doesn't want to be tied up in this any longer then he has to be. Harland approaches the group and says stolidly, "Are we ready." Eugene: "Ready." Harland: "All right." And then he walks away, looking like the Penguin from Batman Returns. Bobby gives Eugene a half stink-eye, because you know he can't stand anyone doing anything that doesn't involve him.
The Courthouse Of Drug-Related Pain And Suffering. Annie's pediatrician is on the stand. She's explaining how the young girl had a sinus infection that she (the doctor) first treated with a different antibiotic. When that didn't work, the doctor prescribed Reflexin. Harland clarifies, "Reflexin. This is also an antibiotic?" Correct. Moving on -- after taking the drug, Annie immediately went into acute liver failure, and she required two separate transplants. The lawyer asks if Reflexin caused the liver failure. The doctor answers that she can't state that for a medical certainty, but she can't think of any cause other than the Reflexin. Rebbie Rebhorn objects. Harland carries on as if he were a lark singing in the wind: "Now, Doctor, did you know that Reflexin was dangerous?" Rebbie restates his objection: there's no foundation. He's holding his pen in the air like he wants the teacher to call on him. He's a keener. The judge sustains. Harland asks the doctor, "What were your expectations regarding the safety of the antibiotic?" She was aware that it hadn't been tested on children, but neither are eighty percent of the drugs on the market today. Obviously, she didn't know it was that dangerous, or she wouldn't have prescribed it. Harland: "But this is an adult drug." Yes. But they have to prescribe adult drugs to children, because the pharmaceutical companies won't test them properly on children; the doctors don't have alternatives. Harland asks if many pediatricians prescribe adult drugs to children. The doctor says that they all do -- routinely. Then Harland The Herald Of Children Everywhere wants to know how the pediatrician heard about Reflexin. A drug sends out a rep, a "detail person," to promote the product. Harland: "Did this detail person say anything about the safety of Reflexin?" Wow. Harland is calm, cool, and totally in charge. He's not bumbling through his questions. He's not checking his notes a hundred times. He's not pissing off the judge. It's a miracle. The detail man didn't warn the doctor about the dangers in prescribing the drug to kids.
Cut to Rebhorn's cross, where he first asks if the Mullens sued the doctor for malpractice. They did, and they settled out of court in return for her testimony in this trial. Sly Rebbie tries to make it look like the doctor is covering her own ass by testifying. She responds by emphatically stating that she only agreed to tell the truth, which is exactly what she's doing today. Rebhorn walks back to his table and asks if the detail person from "his client" included "all labeling material" in his information. The doctor says yes. He enters said labeling information into evidence, and asks the doctor to read the highlighted section that states that the drug is not proven safe and effective for children under sixteen. Rebhorn: "And you prescribed this to a thirteen-year-old girl?" Again the doctor states, "It's done all the time." Rebbie thanks the doctor and smirks. Although I don't really know why he's smirking. The judge asks if Harland wants to re-direct. Harland leans into Eugene for advice. Co-counsel thinks Harland got what he could from the witness, and Eugene doesn't think giving Rebhorn another cross is a good idea. In short, Harland dismisses the witness, but only after a moment of silence where Eugene must remind him that he needs to tell the judge he has nothing further.
Harland's witness is the pathologist who determined that drug toxicity was the reason for the liver failure. Annie sits to the lawyer's table, wearing a hippie-inspired/gang-colours/dollar-store hair kerchief, looking yellow and sickly. The doctor believes it was the Reflexin. Two weeks after Annie took the drug, she needed an emergency transplant. She had no medical history, and the doctor found no other factors that would have contributed to the failure. Harland walks dramatically toward the juror's box while asking why the Reflexin caused her liver to fail. Sometimes, the drug can overwhelm the liver. Are children particularly susceptible? The doctor says that children are particularly vulnerable because, for whatever reason, because they have immature livers. He asserts the need to not treat children like little adults. Their systems are complex and difficult in their own rights. The pathologist says, "That's why this drug should have been tested on children." Harland, dramatically: "But was it?" I feel like I've been transplanted back to Perry Mason. No.
Cut to Rebhorn's cross. Are you aware of research that suggests Reflexin causes liver failure? Blah dee Hayden's own data indicated a high level of liver involvement blah. Rebhorn: "What percent had an elevated liver involvement?" Blah dee two percent blah. Are there other drugs that cause similar liver activity? Yes. Rebhorn: "A few? Many?" The doctor doesn't answer immediately, leaving the silence wide open for Rebhorn to interject, "Do you know how many people would die if they took the drugs off the market?" Objection! Sustained. The defense continues by stating that typically children's livers are more resilient than adults. The pathologist agrees, but only grudgingly. Rebbie thanks the doctor, high-fives the judge, and winks. Thus the boring medical testimony ends. Yawn.
The Witness Room Where They Discuss Their Case Of Pain. Eugene holds his tie and sits down at the table where the Mullens, the Lump, and the air-through-the-paper-bag-inhaling Harland Bassett are sitting. Eugene thinks it was a good start. Mrs. Mullen thinks it seemed like the doctors admitted that they weren't sure what caused Annie's liver failure. Reminding them that proof is tough, Eugene thinks they got a good start. Annie wants to know why her lawyer is breathing into the paper bag. Harland breaks away from the bag to respond, "It works -- you get more oxygen that way." Oh, that wacky Harland. Mr. Mullen wants to know what's . Annie. Oh, the sun'll come up tomorrow, betcha bottom dollar that tomorrow, oh, sorry, Annie's on the stand, not in the musical. Is she ready? Yes. Harland jumps on the Annie train: "You're going to do great!" Then he resumes sucking on that bag like it's the last bit of oxygen left on earth and he refuses to share it with the rest of the survivors. Oh, that wacky Harland, oh.
I'm embarrassed to admit that I taped some of Good Will Hunting during the commercial breaks. Matt Damon's only redeeming acting credential was his role in Dogma. Okay, that and the fact that he's gorgeous. I don't care if he and Ben Affleck didn't really write this movie; he's still a beautiful man.
The Courthouse Of Annie's Charge Against Pain. Mr. Mullen wheels Annie into the courtroom. Mrs. Mullen, Jimmy, Harland, and Eugene follow. Before they enter the courtroom, Eugene taps on Harland's shoulder and says, "While she's testifying, I do not want you to move." Not at all? No, not at all. They'll need every juror's eyes on Annie. Harland hopes, "We're almost there, aren't we?" Come on -- they haven't even finished putting on their case, let alone gotten past the defense putting on their case. Harland has a severe case of putting-the-cart-before-the-horse-itis.
Annie Get Your Pain. The young woman describes how her illness started. She threw up some, thought it was the stomach flu, and then passed out on the bus to school. Harland's feet are anchored to the floor: "What happened?" Annie says the doctors told her that her liver stopped working. "And then?" She got sick. And then she got even sicker. And then she got even sicker. Her eyes and skin turned yellow, and she lost a lot of weight. The Mullens look on in earnest toward their daughter. Go Annie! Go Annie! Go Annie Mullen! You can do it! You to can join the National Ballet School. Oh, sorry, wrong movie. Yawn. Back to Annie: she found a new liver; they performed a transplant, but her body rejected the organ. It took a long time to find another liver because she wasn't as high on the transplant list. The doctors all thought she'd reject the second liver too. Harland: "Is everything going to be okay now?" His feet are irons of steel and the floor is a magnet, a powerful magnet, holding him deeply in place. Annie doesn't know if she's going to be okay. Her body is still having some problems. She's taking anti-rejection pills and she'll have to take them for the rest of her life. This means she's more susceptible to infection and cancer. What if she needs a third transplant? She's too far down the list -- they probably wouldn't give her another liver. Now, in certain cases, couldn't they take a piece of the parents' liver and transplant that into her body? Apparently, the organ, because it is in a growing stage anyway, grows normally, thinking it's supposed to be there in the first place. Maybe at thirteen Annie's already too old. Are there any doctors in the house? No?
Okay, moving on to Rebbie's cross-examination. Blah sorry about your illness blah, blah everyone in the room wishes you a complete recovery dee, blah we can take a break blah, did the doctors ask about the other drugs? Yes. What was her answer: no, except for the other antibiotics. Blah they were asking about other causes blah. Rebbie: "You also told them you hadn't drunk alcohol, right, Annie?" Yes. Rebbie brings up a slumber party where Annie and her friends busted open a liquor cabinet and went to town. Oops. Annie didn't say anything because she was afraid of getting in trouble. Oh, please -- the girl had, like, three sips, like that's going to cause liver failure. Nicolas Cage drank straight for days in Leaving Las Vegas, years even, and it took him forever to die. Not that he's the standard for judgment, but please, Rebbie, this is lame, even for you -- you're reaching like Inspector Gadget on this one. The Lament Of The Liquored-Up Lassies reinforces how the line of questioning is simply pathetic. Go Annie! He moves on to establish that maybe there were other causes for her liver failure: infection, viruses, or other medication. Harland re-directs: "Annie, how much alcohol have you had in your life?" Not much. Two sips of vodka, and she hated it. And did she tell the truth about all the other questions the doctors asked? Yes. Team Annie pulls ahead of the evil Non-Daddy Non-Warbuckses sitting at the other table. Oh, I'll bet Rebhorn's eating something chewy for dinner, yes, that's right -- he's up for a tasty meal consisting of crow.
Just Outside The Courthouse. Annie leans uncomfortably over a water fountain as Jimmy explains that this would be the time they'd be getting an offer from the defense. In fact, Eugene is having dinner with Rebhorn tonight. Like I said, a tasty crow entrée with maybe a little rice on the side, some apple pie for dessert. Mrs. Mullen thinks it's a good sign that they've at least agreed on dinner. Annie rolls on up and says, "I'm sorry." Harland wants to know why she apologizing. Well, for not telling anyone about the sleepover. Her parents ground her for eternity. Okay, maybe they just look at her with concerned eyes while Harland says everything's going to be just fine.
The Dinner Of Posturing For The Most Pain. Eugene thinks they're winning. Rebhorn won't concede that, but he has been trying to get Hayden to settle. What gives? The drug company is angry. The pediatrician mucked up, then settled out with the promise to testify and, well, the pharmaceutical company is pissed. Eugene: "Give me something. Admit it. Harland Bassett has done better than you thought he would." Rebhorn agrees. If it were up to him, he'd have thrown in the towel long, long ago.
An Empty Pizza Box, Three Lawyers, And A Non-Settlement For Pain. Eugene walks in on Harland and Jimmy, who are hard at work. He breaks the bad news about the fact that the drug company won't settle. They set their minds forward. The first witness for the defense is their liver specialist, Dr. Peter Kendall.
Cut to "Dr." Kendall testifying that Reflexin is not the most likely cause of Ms. Mullen's liver failure. Rebbie wants to know if he can be sure. Absolutely; viral infection is the most common cause of liver failure in children. Annie was just getting over the stomach flu, and that bug most likely caused her liver to collapse. Can he state this with a medical certainty? No. Blah the cause of liver failure in kids is unknown blah, blah there's no cause found blah, here she had a viral infection blah likely culprit blah. Harland beats down the specialist: the majority of stomach flus do not cause liver failure, the speed at which her liver failed is more consistent with liver toxicity, you can't rule out that Reflexin played a part, et cetera. Harland's crowning moment: "Doctor, how many times have you testified for drug companies?" He can't be sure. Is it more than fifty or a hundred? Yes, probably it is. Have you ever testified for a plaintiff? Nope. Pop! goes the weasel.
Outside The Courthouse Where Harland's Beating The Pain. Harland takes Annie and her parents to the witness room, leaving Jimmy and Eugene to ruminate about what just happened in there. Jimmy says, "Am I crazy? He was good in there." Eugene looks dumbfounded. The Lump is excited; they put on their case, the defense just put up their first witness, and they're still in this. Yeah, but now come their big guns. Jimmy's point: No one is laughing. Except me; I'm giggling over here. It could be the lack of oxygen. I think Harland sucked it out of my living room with his paper bag.
Break. Oh, Ben Affleck telling Matt Damon off for not getting the hell out of Boston. Oh, Ben and Matt drinking beer and looking dirty.
Argh. Courthouse Of Painful Testimonials. The defense has another eighty-year-old "expert" on the stand. Blah creating a drug is expense blah, hundreds of millions of dollars blah, Judge McDonald yawns blah. The FDA has a long and drawn-out process. Their approval is the "gold standard." According to this crotchety old dude, the United States has the most "rigorous" approval process in the world. Of course it does. Blah. Did Hayden Laboratories comply with the FDA process? Absolutely. Cut to Harland noting that eleven different drugs have been pulled off the market regardless of their FDA approval. Full speed ahead Harland. All guns blazing. On a galloping horse, he goes merrily along. Rebbie tries to object. Harland counters with a little "they opened the door by stating the FDA was the gold standard" routine. The judge overrules the objection. Harland rattles off the deaths due to drugs the FDA approved as the doctor barely keeps up with his "yes" responses. The doctor argues the fact that these drugs were withdrawn proves that the FDA is doing its job. Harland argues that the fact that the FDA approved Reflexin does not establish that the drug is safe. The doctor concedes, "There are never any guarantees." Word. Okay, there is a fake juror making fake-juror faces. She scrunches up her nose and shakes her head at that last bit of testimony. It's probably the worst fake juror face I've ever seen in my life. I think this woman is perhaps taking Method Acting just that little bit too far: "I am the juror. I will decide. I am the juror. The decision will be mine."
Blah Reflexin Dude Blah. Blah Reflexin saves lives blah. Blah fancy blue suit, yawn and blah. Is it safe? Yes. When it's used as directed. Pharmacy Dude states that Reflexin is not for use by children; he doesn't think it caused Annie Mullen's injuries, but the drug never should have been prescribed. Apparently, the label is clear; what else can we do? Pharmacy Dude doesn't want to be held responsible for every careless doctor who refuses to heed the warnings. Cut to Harland, who leans into Eugene and asks him to take the cross because he's feeling overwhelmed. Insert some heavy breathing for effect here. Eugene replies, "I don't think we should just let that witness sit hanging with the jury. The sooner we diffuse it -- the better." Harland summons his super-strength, stands, and launches into total disintegration mode: the FDA advisory committee was comprised of twelve doctors, seven of whom have ties to Hayden Laboratories. Hum. Pharmacy Dude doesn't think that's relevant to anything. Hum. Tell that to Noam Chomsky. It's all a conspiracy theory. The drug industry is the major source of funding for the doctors. If the study doesn't come out the way the drug company wants it to, the doctors won't get funding. Hum. Harland slices to the left, slices to the right, and finally drives the dagger right through the middle of this witness's chest. Blah: the Pharmacy Dude argues the doctors are going to do what's right, and not be influenced by their money. Ahem -- I know DEK's smart and all, but isn't the defense's case built around the fact that the doctor in Annie's Mullen's case did not do the right thing? That she did not prescribe the medication as the company instructed? Wouldn't Harland just have to argue that Pharmacy Dude has just completely contradicted himself? Hum. Law school. Yes. This is Ragdoll calling. Do you have a place for me? I've learned all about courtroom drama from The Practice, does that prepare me for you? You'll see? Lovely. Expect me in September. Now, back to the case: blah FDA approval timeline blah. The application period for Reflexin was only six months, compared to the regular one-year approval period. Harland: "Do you think the FDA might have caught the problems with Reflexin if they took the normal approval time?" Harland's voice crescendos on the word "normal" and then collapses back on "time." He's taking elocution lessons from The Emperor. Mr. Reflexin argues that there were no problems to catch. Bassett takes a long stroll past the jury box and passes Annie so everyone can take a good look at her. He echoes, "No problems to catch?" He picks up some papers and asks Mr. Reflexin, "What is an adverse drug report?" Damn. It's a form filled out by a doctor when a patient suffers an adverse reaction that might -- he stresses "might" -- be related to a prescription drug. You know Reflexin? Yeah, there are six such claims, and six reports, according to the experts, translates to six hundred actual complications. Whew. Mr. Reflexin isn't flexing so well anymore. He looks a little, um, flummoxed. Go Harland, go Harland, go Harland go. The Anti-Reflexin Reverie rails to Pharmacy Dude's defense, but it's too late. The crushing boulder of defeat thus far reserved for Helen Gamble has finally fallen upon someone else.
Witness Room Of Upending The Pain. Harland is still breathing into his paper bag. Jimmy leans in and screams, "You did great!" The rest of Team Reflexin Bites The Dust walks into the room. Mrs. Mullen wants to know what they do . The Lump explains that it's time for closing arguments: "A good close. We have a chance." There is a knock at the door. It's Rebbie. Harland hides his paper bag. Rebbie wants to get together. Jimmy: "Here comes the offer." Oh my god! Oh! Ah! Gasp! Eugene calmly suggests they pick a number. Harland offers, "Six hundred!" Eugene: "They won't pay that much." Harland, "Two!" Heh. Eugene thinks four hundred thousand is possible.
But Rebbie is only offering two hundred and twenty-five. The three lawyers surround Rebhorn like sharks even though he towers over all of them. Eugene thinks it was a half a million cross-examination. That's all Hayden is offering. Rebbie thinks he might be able to convince them to throw in their fees, "let's say goodbye to this at three." Eugene: "Four." Nope, three's the number. No. Okay, so they're back in court. Harland exhales, "We just turned down three hundred thousand dollars." Whew.
Oh Boston, Good Morning. The Emperor O Holy Rod comes into the office and says, "Lucy?" The receptionist/counselor/psychologist is asleep on her desk. Bobby walks into his office, where Eugene, Jimmy, and Harland are all crashed out in various different positions. One's on the couch, and the other two are all splayed out on the chairs, looking like cats in the sunshine at noon. Rod demands to know how late they stayed up. Long enough for morning breath to kick in, I imagine. Jimmy asks what time it is, and Bobby tells them its seven-thirty. What time did they finish? The Lump thinks they all closed their eyes for a little rest around four. Harland starts complaining about how he needs to go home and change. Eugene tells Bobby that Hayden offered three. Bobby: "And you turned it down?" Yes. They turned it down. Oh travesty, they didn't end a valuable, life-altering trial for the money, goodness. Perhaps they're doing it because it's the right thing to do. Sigh. The Emperor has so far to go. Bobby thinks Harland is a buffoon. Jimmy explains how he's different this trial, "he's in some kind of zone." When have you ever known him not to screw things up? Wow, now who is the doubting Thomas? Shut up, Bobby. Put a sock in it.
Harland closes, and he doesn't screw up. Reflexin is bad. Annie Mullen ended up liverless and lost her opportunity for a normal life. Harland does manage to have the defense object once in the middle of the closing, but after that it's smooth sailing. Oh, and the fake juror? Yeah, she's still making that face.
Rebbie closes, and he doesn't screw up either. He's quite poised. Blah fact and merit blah. Fact: the cause of most liver failure is unknown. Fact: the stomach flu caused the failure. Fact: the FDA reviewed Reflexin. Blah use the drug as it was intended blah. It's the doctor's fault, not the Reflexin's.
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Boston, Oh Glorious City Of Pain. Eugene comes up behind Harland, who is sitting on a bench outside the courtroom. His hair looks like a wet rag doused in kerosene waiting for a match. As Eugene joins him on the bench, he tells Harland, "No matter what happens, Harland, you tried a great case." Harland wishes he could have done more with the medicals. There was nothing more to do. Harland doesn't know how he's ever going to repay Eugene. Rebbie joins the two of them, unbuttons his jacket, waits for The Requiem Of Reflexin to start, and offers four hundred thousand. Pause. Pause. Harland mumbles that he needs a second with co-counsel. Eugene doesn't know how to advise him. If they win, and he doesn't know if they will, it should be more than four. What does his gut tell him? Only that he's going to throw up. You and me both, Harland -- you and me both. Despite what Harland's stomach is feeling, Eugene reminds him that they need to take the deal to the clients.
Cut to said clients waiting with Jimmy in the witness room. Mr. Mullen thinks if they are offering four, maybe that means the pharmaceutical company will go higher. Then he asks what Harland thinks; he, of course, wants to go to verdict. Mr. Mullen agrees. We're going to verdict. A beeper goes off; Harland looks at it and says, "Jerry's back? Whose Jerry?" Eugene: "That's 'jury.' The jury's back." Heh. Furtive glances from lawyer to mother and back to lawyer again. Harland: "And Eugene, I'm sure." The Hymn Of Harland Bassett leads us up and into the courtroom.
Where They Pay Out For Pain. The jury files in one by one. The envelope gets passed from juror to judge. Rebbie walks over and whispers that they'll settle for six hundred thousand. Harland asserts, "No!" Pause. Pause. Jimmy asks if Eugene can read the jury. Eugene just shakes his head. Judge McDonald reads the verdict, then asks the foreman his opinion, which he gives: "In the matter of Anne Mullen vs. Hayden Laboratories we find in favour of the plaintiff. We order the defendant to pay damages in the amount of five point six million dollars." Harland's Hymn turns into a Celebratory Howl as the verdict actually sinks in. Rebbie moves for a judgment notwithstanding the verdict. He continues on by stating that the evidence never actually established causation, and no reasonable jury could find that it did. He wants a new trial. He's hanging on with his nails to the rock face collapsing underneath his skinny frame. The music grates on. Harland squishes his brow. He looks like a groundhog. Judge McDonald denies the motion. He dismisses the jury and bangs his gavel. Harland hugs the Mullens. Eugene gets all choked up, and then he threatens to kill Jimmy if he tells anyone he was about to cry. Heh. Oh, Eugene, you are just so cute when you smile. Harland hugs Eugene, and I mean hugs him.
on The Practice: Bobby goes head-to-head with a violent client. Rod has his "radar" in full swing. Yawn. Isn't the season over yet?