First day of law school, my professor says two things.

First, "From now on, when your mother says she loves you,"

- "get a second opinion." - And?

"You want justice, go to a whorehouse. Wanna get fucked, go to court."

Naomi!

Let's say you have a client you know is guilty.

No. Neither our justice system nor I care about that.

Every defendant, regardless of what he's done,

has the right to the best defence his attorney can provide.

- Where were you with the truth? - Truth? How do you mean?

Naomi!

I'm not sure how many ways there are to mean it.

- You think there's only one? - You're late.

- There's only one that matters. - Marty, hold still.

My version of it. The one I create in the minds of the twelve jurors.

If you want, you can call it something else. The illusion of truth.

- If you want. It's up to you. - OK.

Jack, you need more? Tomorrow afternoon?

- Yeah. - I'll have my secretary set it up.

OK.