L.A. Law1986

John Vincent:
[the waiter serve the bottle of champagne] You look lovely.

Grace Van Owen:
Thank you. None for me.

John Vincent:
Please.

[the waiter pours glass of champagne. John Vincent toast between the two Grace Van Owen and John Vincent]

John Vincent:
To us.

Grace Van Owen:
There is no us, Mr. Vincent.

[John chuckling]

John Vincent:
Nah. Charles told me you're little reluctant.

Grace Van Owen:
My mind's made up.

John Vincent:
I'm always found it best to postpone final judgment, until I have all the facts.

Grace Van Owen:
I have all the facts I need. And...

John Vincent:
I don't think you do. For instance, I don't think you know who paid for that fancy office you're sitting. I don't think you know who owns the building, Ms. Van Owen, or who owns the firm or to a lesser extend who owns you.

[John drinks the glass of champagne]

Grace Van Owen:
You may own the firm, Mr. Vincent, but I guaranteed you. You don't own me.

[John straightening his tie]

John Vincent:
You listen. You gotta go into court, and you're gonna substitute in as counsel for Tommy. Then you're gonna get a nice continuance, courtesy the judge will be only too happy to extend to a popular ex-D.A. Then if you want, I'll get someone else to substitute in for you. Do you understand?

Grace Van Owen:
No.

John Vincent:
I need time, Ms. Van Owen. It's just come to my attention that the state's key witness may suffer a serious decline and help in the next few weeks. It sometimes happens to people who disappoint me.

Grace Van Owen:
My answer is not changing.

John Vincent:
Some mistakes are very hard to live it, Ms. Van Owen. I seriously suggest you rethink your position.

[the waiter arrived at the table]

John Vincent:
She's still drinking the champagne.

[But suddenly, the waiter pulled out the revolver and shot and killed the mob boss John Vincent]

Grace Van Owen:
Oh!

[the crowds are murmuring. John Vincent was shot and died in the scene in the restaurant]