Jenny, if this case develops anti-Semitic overtones, I can deal with them. I’m a big boy. Sticks and stones can break my bones, and all that shit . . .

. . . Jennifer can’t be bought with money or threats. She wants this predator stopped. She wants the church to stop protecting or covering up for him. Settle this reasonably with no gag order or confidentiality clause. Do the right thing for a change. Only then will she consider a settlement.”“See you in court.

We can’t have one rogue priest’s problems causing a major scandal.” Why don’t you send this guy to a monastery or something?

And that damn Jew lawyer! They thought he was a lightweight. They thought they could buy him off. All they did was piss him off, and he's better than they thought he'd be.

It was God’s will. We were created in His image to enjoy marvelous physical pleasure. My calling is to teach the children as many of those pleasures as possible. God demands this of me. I’ve done nothing wrong.

Thanks very much, Zack, and God bless you.” He hung up. God bless? That ship has sailed.

Jennifer Tracey, a former client, called to discuss a case involving her two sons. Jennifer Tracey? Do I know her? Probably another crap case—teenage drunks? I'll call her tomorrow.

Tracy v. Bartholomew was a tough, David v. Goliath type case.

He seems perfect for us. One room on Eight Mile? Quite a fall. Probably needs fast money. We can use that to our advantage and accommodate him.