19 — Judge Judy

David’s face went pale. “That’s… that’s not—”

And David Grey walked out of the courtroom a free man in the eyes of the law, carrying a sentence no judge could ever commute. judge judy 19

“Judgment for the plaintiff in the amount of seventy-five thousand dollars. But let me tell you something, Mr. Grey. That’s not the number that’s going to haunt you. The number is nineteen. Years of friendship. You can’t get that back from small claims court.” David’s face went pale

“Nineteen,” she said, softly now. Not the docket number. The year. “Nineteen years you two were friends. That’s longer than most marriages. And you traded it for what? A few lousy markers at a casino table in Encino?” But let me tell you something, Mr

As the litigants approached the bench, the studio lights felt hotter than usual.

“Answer the question.”