Changing Lanes Page #3

you assure us gives us the proof...

that the senior partners

of your law firm...

do control the money Simon Dunne

left to the children of New York?

Doesn't matter. He'll have a copy.

He'll bring the copy in.

A piece of paper with

an original signature on it...

still has great magical power.

Without that piece of paper

with the signature...

Miss Dunne can sue

that law firm for fraud...

and possibly send you and the other

members of your law firm to jail.

Mr. Banek, find your man...

and bring me back that file

by the end of the day.

- Thank you, Your Honor.

- Thank you.

- Hold on, sir.

- Put your hands up, please.

Wait. Hold on a second.

- Okay.

- Thank you, sir.

- Dad!

- Hey, guys.

- You're late. Mom went in already.

- What's in the bag?

- What bag?

- Daddy!

Oh, this bag.

It's a present for the judge.

I want a present!

I want a present!

- You shouldn't lie to him, Dad.

- Okay, okay.

I would never give a judge

such a cool present.

Happy birthday yesterday.

Listen to me, guys.

Everything's gonna be better.

I bought a house.

- In Oregon?

- No, in Queens.

- Mommy says we're movin' to Oregon.

- Now you don't have to.

That's why I bought the house--

so you don't have to move to Oregon.

Are you gonna live there with us?

See what the judge says, okay?

The court denies the motion

for joint custody...

and awards sole custody of

the children to their mother.

Wait!

Miss Gipson is moving to Oregon

to start a new job.

- Weekly visitations are impossi ble.

- So noted.

- File with the court clerk.

- Hold it! Your Honor--

Your Honor, I know I'm late,

but someone hit my car.

Now-- See, look here.

This is evidence-- new evidence.

I have a new plan for joint custody.

It's all right here.

Mr. Gipson, you are late,

and the hearing has been conducted.

- But I had an accident.

- Your Honor, are we free to go?

- I'm not done yet!

- The court ruled, Mr. Gipson.

- But I wasn't here.

- The court ruled.

Valerie, I--

I bought you a house.

- It's too late, Your Honor.

- No, it's not too late!

It's 20 minutes.

It's just 20 minutes.

Twenty minutes can't be too late.

Valerie, please.

Don't let 20 minutes stand in

the way of what I'm trying to do.

- Please don't start.

- Don't talk to him.

Mr. Gipson, would you please

approach the bench?

- Your Honor, can we leave now?

- Yes.

- Mr. Gipson--

- Valerie, can't we talk?

- Valerie, can we--

- Mr. Gipson.

Mr. Gipson, come here for a moment.

Please?

Emotions run high in here.

If this weren't a divorce court...

the way you just yelled

in my courtroom--

- I'm sorry.

- Of course you are.

You have children, Mr. Gipson.

Keep them in front of you.

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