Reversal of Fortune

Hi, Dad. Remember Maggie?

Hi, Maggie.

They're gonna fry. The Johnson brothers.

What? But...

Two black kids broke

their father out of prison.

The father shot two people:

the sons are convicted of murder.

A lawyer prays for an innocent client.

Finally, I get two.

Both of them are gonna get zapped.

- No more appeals?

- This was the best shot.

Whoa. It's the press.

You don't want to talk to the press?

Dershowitz Psychiatric Institute.

Hang on a second.

Claus von Bulow.

- It's a reporter.

- With an English accent?

What paper do you represent?

If I can't save two innocent kids,

what's the point?

Yeah, one second. Sorry.

He really seems to think he's von Bulow.

Hello. This is Alan Dershowitz.

Who are you? What do you want?

- It is von Bulow.

- Back in business.

- Can I help you?

- Claus von Bulow?

Elevators to the left.

Holy shit.

Hello?

Hello?

Professor Dershowitz. Hello, hello.

- How good of you to come.

- Pleasure.

Won't you sit down?

- Do you play?

- That? No.

Most people think it's a game of luck.

Actually, it's largely a matter of nerve.

Erm... Nothing, thank you, Charles.

Why don't we go to Delmonico's

and have a proper lunch?

Whatever.

I have the greatest respect

for the intelligence and integrity

of the Jewish people.

When I married Sunny, she was

the most beautiful divorce in the world,

and one of the wealthiest.

Even so, we never got this table.

Professor Dershowitz.

Dr. von Bulow.

Two injections of insulin,

already I'm a doctor.

In America, it's fame rather than class.

Now, after all this unpleasantness,

I always get the best table.

- Speaking of the unpleasantness...

- Oh, yes. We'd better discuss your fee.

OK. $300 an hour.

Good Lord.

You know, I used to be a lawyer

in London. That sounds a bit steep.

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