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Thank you.

Jones.

Jones, you and I decide to commit murder. We agree on the method to be

gun I have in my study.

We're in the study at the time we agree.

We select a time for the murder and also agree that I will fire the murder

weapon.

The police, having overheard us, break in and arrest us.

What are we guilty of?

Conspiracy. Long, Jones. We're not guilty of anything.

And the police wouldn't break in. Not yet.

Same situation.

This time it's Miss Lee and I who have murder in mind.

I get my gun, Miss Lee gets her car, we drive to the victim's house, we get out

of the car, the police arrest us. What now, Miss Lee? They could convict us of

conspiracy, Your Honor. That's a very definite opinion.

We had the intent to kill and the means.

We'd committed two overt acts, which, if we hadn't been arrested, would have led

to the death of our victim. And we'd deservedly spend many years behind high

gray walls. Very good, Miss Lee.

Oh, we've run late again. I'm afraid I'll have to let you go.

Oh, one last item. It seems we've stirred up some interest with last

announcement that we'd be getting a series of lectures on the Parkman murder

case.

I'm happy to have your friends and guests auditing the lectures.

Good night. Thank you.

You see how much fantasy murder a person can commit without getting into trouble

over it? Well, if the police are patient, yeah.

You were very good tonight, you know.

Chance to show off in front of my wife.

Excuse me, sir. You asked me to wait after class?

Yes, I did.

Evelyn, I want to spend a minute with Mr. Sanger. Would you bring the car

to the drive?

The usual running time between the faculty garage and main drive is four

flat. Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen.

Well, how's that boss of yours these days?

Grumpy as usual, no doubt.

Dependents. I have to pick up some mail from the registration room. Shall we

talk on the way?

How long do you figure the Parkman case lectures will register?

Seven to ten sessions.

With the class's help, I'm hopeful we'll be able to cover most of the key points

in the transcript. Well, it should work. We've got a pretty sharp bunch.

I agree, being mostly bright young law students like yourselves.

Even those only auditing the class seem exceptionally well -informed.

Which is why I'm giving your chief a rather difficult job, I think.

Sir, find out which one of those students is trying to kill me.

Your Honor, Chief Ironside and some people on his staff are here.

Right, Ben. Send them in.

Robert.

I appreciate your coming.

Let's see now. I know Sanger, of course.

Officer Eve Whitfield.

Sergeant Ed Brown. Mr. Whitfield, Mr. Brown. Nice to meet you.

Where are you standing, Leland?

Right here, behind the desk.

And this was the night before last?

Yes, which is why I'm fairly certain if this actually does represent an attempt

on my life, someone in the class must have made it. No one else knew you were

returning to your office after you dismissed your students?

Didn't even know it myself until I realized I'd neglected to put some

into my briefcase. Papers I needed to look over before morning. What about the

bullet? It's there, buried in the molding. I didn't touch it. Right here,

You didn't notify the department.

I called the commissioner at his home some 20 minutes after the incident.

I didn't want to seem like an alarmist. I certainly didn't want uniformed

policemen traipsing about at my heels.

Dennis suggested I contact you. From the trajectory, I'd say it was a well

-aimed shot.

I wish I could ignore it, of course, get about my work.

Well, we can't afford to do that.

Mark tells me two nights ago you announced a series of lectures on the

murder case.

I did. Then a half hour later, this happened. Could there be a connection?

I don't see how.

You remember the case?

A bit before your time, I'd say.

Parkman was tried for murder, the murder of his business partner, Fellows, some

eight years ago.

You remember, of course, Bob. Very well.

I testified for the prosecution.

He was executed at San Quentin. Got it.

We'll run it through ballistics.

Well, what do you think?

Dismissal for insufficient evidence, or do I have a case? Well, that bullet is

evidence enough for me. But, as I said to Dennis, I don't want any kind of

bodyguard. Will you settle for a new student?

All right, Judge McIntyre's class, please. My name is Ed Brown.

Just fill this in, Mr. Brown.

It acknowledges you're in the class for the purposes of auditing you.

If you should later decide to enroll, this earlier attendance will be credited

to you.

Thank you.

My name is Drescher. Lawrence Drescher. Oh, yes, Mr. Drescher. Judge McIntyre

telephoned us, said you'd be coming.

Would you just fill this out? It acknowledges that... Acknowledge that I

the class for auditing purposes only.

Later, if I enroll, I will receive appropriate credit.

You make the job too easy.

I want your life history around here.

Cybernetic aid.

We're a nation gathering statistics.

I hear the course is worth it, though.

McIntyre's a real -life judge.

And famous.

Plus the Parkman murder case.

Should be interesting after eight years.

I remember the case well.

Testified in a... May I?

Thank you.

This is Judge McIntyre's classroom, isn't it? Yes, but class doesn't start

eight.

French class going on now. They're a little too far along for me, I'm afraid.

It's less than relevant.

French?

The way they still teach it.

La plume de ma tante, la plume de ma tante.

Plus syntax, plus grammar.

You study rules, not language.

You're probably right.

I had two years of it and can barely remember a thing.

Are you entering Judge McIntyre's class?

I'm sure I can work it in. I'm hoping I can.

I understand he's good.

He's brilliant.

Which is to say, he's relevant.

That's right.

Studying law?

Not seriously.

This is the only night class that interests me at the moment.

I'm glad I picked the same one.

Sooner or later, I'm going to find out your name.

Joanna Lee.

Ed Brown.

And here we go.

I've got a copy of The Student Lost that he's checking out.

Eh?

Ladies and gentlemen, please.

You know, I regret the end.

I regret nothing.

That's the name of the love song popular in France at the moment, I think.

Well, the French, they carry love and logic to an absurdity.

Case number 678549.

The people of the state of California versus John Parkman.

Crime, section 187 of the penal code, murder in the first.

Transcript of the first six days of the trial.

There are 20 of these people. I hope we can get through them all.

Is it Mr.

Anderson? That's right, Judge.

Would you start this round, please?

Take a look at it first yourself, of course.

We're honored tonight with the presence of a guest who's been invited to assist

us in our reenactment.

He testified at the trial for the prosecution.

Mr. Lawrence Drescher.

Judge McIntyre?

Mr. Drescher, some of you may remember, was the outside accountant who was

called in by Carl Fellows to discover that his business partner, John Parkman,

had misappropriated some $100 ,000 of the company funds.

Since that time, the board of directors of Parkman Fellows Corporation has seen

fit to include Mr.

Drescher in their company ranks and to raise him to high office.

Your Honor.

Yes, Mr. Drescher. We appreciate your writing us about these lectures.

Naturally, we're most interested in what transpires here. There'll be no

surprises, Mr. Drescher. It's all on the record. Thank you.

The morning of August 14th, 1962, was rainy, grim, unpleasant.

But if John Parkman had any worries about his business misadventures, he was

able to conceal them from his housekeeper, who tells us that he ate a

breakfast with his customary enjoyment.

Miss Lee, for the steak.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Miss Sanger, for the defense.

Your Honor, Rex Coleman was one of the most brilliant criminal lawyers in

California history.

Take it as a compliment.

Mr. Anderson, will you respond to the late John Parkman?

It was during these opening hours that the line the defense

was to take began to develop, which was that a party or parties entered the

motel room after John Parkman left and shot and killed Carl Fellows.

All right.

Let's begin.

John William Parkman.

Is that your true name?

It is.

An indictment has been filed in the Superior Court of the State of

charging you with a crime of murder in the first degree.

Your Honor, we'll waive a complete reading of the indictment if that's

satisfactory to the prosecution.

It is, Your Honor. Are you ready to plead, then? Ready to plead, Your Honor.

How do you plead, Mr. Parkman?

Not guilty!

Not guilty.

Let the record show that a plea of not guilty was entered.

That will be all for tonight.

I'd like to, but I have to wait around for the judge.

Later. Later.

I'm all right, doctor. I'll tell you if you're all right, buddy. Take a breath.

Hold it.

Let it go. Yeah, the doctor's working me over now. I'm okay.

Take a deep breath.

No, the judge is something else again.

They pumped his stomach and he's under sedation. They promised to let me

Take a deep breath.

Hold on a second.

Put your shirt on.

If you have any nausea, unusual imposition, stomach pain, get a hold of

away. Thank you, doctor.

Hello, chief.

Yep. Cyanide. No question about it.

No, I was too late. I didn't see anybody.

Right. I'll be in touch.

Cyanide. That's a new way of doing it. Well, not so new. It's seldom used in

this part of the world.

The victim breathes or swallows enough cyanide to kill him.

Cause of death has been mistakenly diagnosed as a heart failure in some

and suicide in others.

Lucky you got to him in time. Lucky you have a medical center here at the

university.

You know, I wonder if there's any connection between the choice of cyanide

the Parkman case.

What do you mean?

In that little green room up at San Quentin.

They use cyanide, too.

That's good news.

Okay, stay with him and we'll be in touch. And Ed, take care.

Not much out of ballistics.

38 caliber slug.

Thousands of pistols firing the same ammo in circulation and cheap.

What did that have to say?

The judge is not only out of danger, he's leaving the hospital within the

Determined man.

How are you coming with the class roster?

Slowly. I still have a few to check out.

But here's one that's rather intriguing.

Anderson, Lee R.

Occupation, plumber.

An usual occupation for a law student.

Just what I was thinking.

He has his own shop. He works alone.

He's been out on a job every time I've called.

Eve, I'd say that's... Worth looking into?

Shouldn't we go home, darling?

You need rest.

I'm fine, Evie.

And I've got a crowded calendar plus the night class.

It's easy for the brave.

I'm such a dreadful coward.

You... You are not cowardly.

You're concerned for me, and I like that.

Strike cowardly.

And substitute selfish.

I just... I just can't stand the thought of losing you.

Evie.

Evie.

Why don't you go down to Carmel? Spend some time with your mother.

Take a vacation for a few days. Get away from all this.

You're afraid for me.

Yes, I am.

This fool may not be content with attacking me when I'm alone.

I couldn't leave you now.

I'm not much help, but I'm here.

I can't leave you.

I won't.

All right.

All right.

We'll get through this nightmare.

business is.

I've been threatened before.

I've been through two wars.

This is different. Maybe if you gave up the lectures on the Parkman case.

I go through curious periods every one minute. I think there's nothing to worry

about. Nothing I can't overcome. I've overcome things in the past.

A moment later, I give way to a kind of numbing fear.

The whole courtroom seems to be filled with

Dangerous strangers.

Poor darling.

When that shameful feeling passes, a kind of lethargy comes over me.

Everything seems pointless.

Send a suit to the cleaners.

It's incredible to me that I have to wait for a traffic light to change. I

a shout out to the world. Don't you people understand?

Someone's trying to kill me. I won't put up with this nonsense any longer. I

won't bother with this nonsense.

Hey.

I'm not like this, you know that.

Since you're the only one I can talk to.

You just keep right on talking to me.

You always have.

I've got to get going.

All right, I'll drive you.

There's a Sergeant Brown outside. I finally let Ironside talk me into having

bodyguard.

You need some rest yourself.

I'm your wife.

I'll drive you.

Sergeant Brown can follow in his own car.

What can I do for you?

What if the police went with the plumber?

Some help, perhaps.

Mr. Anderson, I understand you're enrolled in the night court in criminal

where Judge McIntyre is the guest lecturer.

That's right.

Well, last night there was an attempt made to kill the judge.

Yeah, I saw the papers.

The guest in class who saved his life, was he a cop too? I'm only gathering

information.

Well, good luck to you.

I wonder if I might ask what led you to enroll in the judge's course.

I'm interested in law.

Mr. Anderson, the Parkman jury had trouble finding a verdict eight years

Later they told the press that the vote was 11 to 1 for conviction after six

ballots. That the holdout juror's name was Lee R. Anderson. Yeah, and almost

of them were feeling the same way I was when the lawyers were through.

Except that then McIntyre started getting brilliant. Started using fancy

terms like weight of evidence and that sort.

Changing their minds. He made everything that the district attorney said sound

like direct evidence. And everything that Coleman said was... You felt that

Parkman was innocent all along. You're damn right I do, and he was.

Most people wouldn't understand that, right? And I bet you think it's funny.

Don't you?

I mean, me thinking that I might have known what Mr. Parkman was like.

But when I saw him, when he spoke, he was like a gentleman. I mean, a real

He never killed anybody.

But the jury found him guilty.

The judge found him guilty, and he talked those sheep into it. He sent an

innocent man to the gas chamber.

I... Almost saved it, Mr. Parkman.

I almost saved him.

I told the newspaper men that after it was all over.

They didn't print the story of it.

But I almost saved Mr. Parkman. The jury's verdict had to be unanimous. They

pressured me into it.

I couldn't hold out.

I have lived with that for...

I'm as guilty as Macintyre.

Ah, the redoubtable Chief Ironside.

How are you progressing in your search for my would -be assassin?

One of your students was a juror in the Parkman case, the lone holdout. Mr.

Anderson. Oh, my.

How could I forget him?

Well, eight years. How many juries?

It all tends to run together in one's memory.

You surely don't think that he's the one. Eve described him as bitter.

To the point of being almost irrational.

Nonsense.

How would his killing me change or resolve anything? I can't believe that.

can't accept it. Leland, why of all the cases over which you've presided, did

you choose the Parkman trial for study and reenactment? It's obviously one of

the most interesting and provocative.

I've been going over the transcript today.

Most carefully.

Enjoy yourself.

But I'm still left unconvinced that the case had anything to do with the

attempts on my life. I don't know.

I've come up with one flaw in the proceedings, a police error, for which I

to assume personal responsibility.

Such as?

Parkman was arrested within hours of the crime.

If I'd ordered a paraffin test for nitrates, it could have established

Parkman had recently fired a gun unless he washed his hands.

That wouldn't have done the trick unless he were...

sufficiently well -informed to use a harsh embrace of soap. He might have

gloves. We never found any.

Robert, are you attempting to protect my life or quarreling with a jury verdict

rendered eight years ago?

I'm groping.

Really groping.

I find it difficult to convince myself there's no connection between these

attempts on your life and the Parkman case.

You do? I don't.

I'm sorry, Bob. I didn't mean to lose my temper. It's been a long day.

I'm sure you know what you're doing.

I'd better.

Will you come to my class tonight? No, no, I could be recognized.

And you wouldn't want to inhibit anyone.

Not if I'm going to catch anyone.

Don't worry, Leland.

I'll be in close touch.

Ed and Mark, we'll see you tonight.

Thank you.

I understand you helped save McIntyre's life last night. No, I just got to him

first. The doctors did the rest.

You back again, Mr. Brown?

It's hard to keep me away right now.

View of what's happened, I'm surprised the place isn't full of police.

They're here all right, Gretchen.

Not all cops wear uniforms and badges.

He looks right at you, Mr. Alton.

Yes, he did, didn't he? I thought you were a student.

Part -time student. Only it's us you're studying?

If you are checking on it, let me know when it's my turn, will you?

Maybe I can help you in your research.

Is the whole class, including the people, just auditing?

Even those who dropped the class early.

Take a look at these three.

fit into the standard student mold, don't they?

Except Anderson, of course. And Mr. Drescher.

Just the standard of businessman.

Senator Toddy's the only witness from the trial who's here.

Now, you didn't get very much on Miss Lee.

Liberal arts major, independent income, Pacific Heights address, and... I'm

still checking her out.

She didn't come to San Francisco until just before the term. She's somewhere,

Eve.

In the roster.

Or the transcript of the trial.

But where?

I am missing something. We have all the material there is.

But do we have the eyes to read it?

Do I have the eyes to read it?

finished with motel clerk William Stiles at 3 .15 in the afternoon.

Court would have been recessed except for defense counsel Coleman's vehement

demand that he at least be allowed to begin his cross -examination of the

witness.

We'll continue from there. You all have your transcripts?

Miss Lee again for the state.

Miss Sager for the defense.

Mr. Jones, will you respond for William Stiles?

Mr. Stiles, you've been employed at the Porter Motel less than a year, correct?

Three months.

And before that, you were employed where?

Ashley Hotel, also in Oakland.

And how long were you there?

Four months.

No, five months, I think. And before that? Objection, Your Honor.

Mr. Stiles' place and period of employment are irrelevant and

Objection sustained.

Very well.

Mr. Stiles, you do seem to move around from job to job.

Is that because of your drinking? Objection, Your Honor. Whether or not

Stiles takes a drink now and again is also irrelevant and immaterial.

The defense counsel is not here to examine Mr. Stiles' personal life.

Mr. Coleman, do you have any evidence to indicate or establish that Mr. Stiles

was drinking on the morning of August 14, 1962?

I have no evidence that he wasn't.

And I've also got a dozen or more motel employees willing to swear that it's a

miracle if he wasn't.

Objection sustained.

Mr. Coleman, you are advised to stop inserting remarks reflecting on the

witnesses without evidentiary support.

Jurors are instructed to disregard defense counsel's last remarks. Your

this man has given testimony which can help thin my client to the gas chamber.

If he's an unreliable, confirmed alcoholic, I have the right... Sir, you

contempt. You will sit down.

Well, follow the instructions of this court or you will leave.

I guess that's as far as we'll go for tonight.

Amazing how one can get caught up in a yellowing transfer.

Sir?

Judge McIntyre?

Oh, Sergeant.

I have some mail to pick up in the registration room.

We broke class early tonight. My wife should be arriving.

Would you please check the garage?

Will you be all right, sir? Yes, I'll be all right. Now do as I ask.

Oh, Miss Lee.

Sorry, Your Honor.

But then it's been an upsetting evening for you anyway, hasn't it?

Miss Lee, unless it's important. It's important to me.

You see, I've waited eight years for tonight.

I don't understand.

Your friends from the police haven't got round to clearing me yet.

When they do, they'll discover that Joanna Lee's life story goes back only a

months. Then there's a void.

If they're really efficient, they'll discover that my name is Joanna Parkman.

John Parkman's daughter?

Yes, Your Honor.

They tell me someone's trying to kill you.

I don't want them to succeed, not yet.

I want you to realize what you did and live with it for a while before you die.

What I did?

What I did was my duty, nothing more. You know that's not true. You saw it

tonight here in this classroom.

We're only six... days into the trial.

You decided that my father was guilty and you decided that he would die.

That's not true.

That's not true.

You mean you won't believe it's true?

No, you can't believe that about yourself.

Examine my whole career.

From then on, yes.

Because somewhere in your mind you knew what you'd done.

Most of the time it must have seemed right.

My father was a wealthy man.

Rex Coleman, the defense wizard who'd never lost a client to the gas chamber.

You were going to prove that in your court, ruthless and wealthy men hiring

clever lawyers were going to get the same treatment as the poor. They were

to get justice.

You're twisting the facts.

Am I?

I lived with them for eight years.

But nothing was twisted in this classroom tonight, was it?

Whose side were you on here?

Mr. Coleman was deviating from established courtroom procedure.

A man's life was at stake.

More important than established courtroom procedure.

I... I... I can't have done what you said.

I can't.

But you did.

And you're beginning to know it.

And the first night you truly realize that my father was innocent, you'll

envy those already dead.

Your wife's in the car, sir. She's brought it around to the drive.

You're still here, Miss Lee. Sandra Brown, this is... This is Joanna

She had some things to tell me.

You know, we've all gone along assuming a connection between the attempts on

Judge McIntyre's life and the Parkman case.

You think we're wrong? Not altogether.

But we've assumed a twisted motive of revenge and no other. You found the

I think so.

What other motive is there? Self -preservation.

Parkman's defense was built around a third party, Mr.

X.

Faceless, unidentified, who presumably killed Fellows. Well, if there was such

man, Rex Coleman surely would have found him. Unless Parkman refused to

cooperate.

Or unless he lied to his own attorney.

Wait a second.

You're saying that if Parkman and a third party were in the room when

was killed, but for some reason of his own, Parkman had to maintain secrecy

during the trial... Wouldn't that man or woman have a direct personal reason to

stop the judge from reopening the case?

Hey, maybe we're in business.

If.

And it's a big if.

If we could get the judge to announce he's asking for a reinvestigation of the

Parkman case by the DA.

On what basis, Ironside?

You'll forgive me for eavesdropping. There was no verification of the Parkman

story. Coleman couldn't even establish the beginning of the identity of his Mr.

X. Mr. X or no, Leland.

He's still the best hope we have if you'd make the announcement in class

is trying to kill you would have to reach you before you contacted the

attorney

It

was the first time I passed sentence

of death in the courtroom The kind of

Morbid custom in courthouses the first time a judge pronounces the death

sentence.

Personnel from other courts, stenographers, bailiffs, clerks, crowd

courtroom to see how well he does.

Some judges have tears in their eyes, noticeable difficulty in breathing.

Some get lost in the wording.

Some break down altogether after it's all over.

I guess I did about average.

There's no set response for the prisoner.

Most are silent.

Every so often, one of them thanks you for your kindness during his trial.

And you can ask me to reopen the case. Leland, we're stalled.

All right.

Suppose an investigation is made. Let's discover that Joanna Parkman is right.

That an innocent man went to the gas chamber because rulings by his trial

influenced the jury. What then? Mistakes are made.

A reinvestigation would also turn up the fact that I neglected to order a

paraffin test.

Your mistake didn't lead to an execution.

Didn't prevent one. Anyway, what difference does it make? This madman

need any more motive. He's already trying to kill me. Leland, you need at

another week to finish the transcript.

We can't guard you every single minute.

I'm trying to force the killer's hand.

You'll just have to do the best you can. I will not reopen the case. Which is

more important to you, your life or your reputation? What's one without the

other?

All right.

But remember, I didn't raise the doubts about your conduct at the trial. You

did.

I've decided to accelerate our reenactment of the Parkman trial, so

over the rest of the state's case and go directly tonight to the defense.

I think you'll find it interesting, extremely interesting, if not

Despite my differences with him, I feel Mr. Coleman was never more brilliant on

behalf of a client, neither before nor since.

Again, Mr. Sanger, for the defense and for the state, this...

See? The first witness Mr. Coleman put on the stand was the defendant himself.

Oh, will you please play that role?

Mr. Jones?

you waiting for?

Your Honor, you open the session, a ruling on the defense motion after the

concluded its case.

Oh.

Oh, yes, of course.

With regard to Mr. Coleman's motion for dismissal due to...

Due

to lack of evidence, it is the opinion of this court...

It is...

I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, I'm suspending these lectures and any

reenactment of the Parkman murder trial.

Tomorrow morning, I will ask the district attorney to reopen the case. On

basis, sir? On the basis that the defense may have been unfairly limited.

Rulings by the presiding judge may well have prevented the defense from

introducing evidence that still another person may possibly have participated in

the murders.

You won, Chief.

No, he did.

Our job is still cut out for us.

This is Ironside.

Bring those units in.

Please, rest assured, ladies and gentlemen, that I will speak to the dean

attendance and see that you all receive full credit for four hours of

instruction. Right.

Thanks.

All the men are posted.

Any word from the team at the hotel?

Not yet. They'll call you directly.

Talk about Coleman being spectacular.

The judge has it all over him. What a waste of time. Good night, and thank

I'll get the car.

I wish you'd get some action now.

That was the idea.

Pity, Miss Bartman? No, Your Honor.

Respect.

Well, I'll walk Joanna Parkman to her car. Okay.

Is everything all right, sir? Oh, yes, fine.

Surprise, Sergeant?

Not really.

I don't think the chief is either.

He is.

He heard every word.

Well, then it's all up to him now, isn't it?

I'll be with you in a moment. My wife is getting the car.

All right.

That was Mark. The Anderson just went through the front gate. One of the

cars is staying in contact.

He said that Joanna Parkman just came down. She's heading for the student

parking lot. It's covered.

We stay with the judge?

All the way.

Oh, Judge McIntyre, I was just coming to look for you. Your wife's on the phone.

Oh, thank you.

Night. Night.

Eddie?

McIntyre, get down here.

Without that cop... What?

Who is this?

Without the cop, you hear?

Hello? Hello?

Just give me a minute to pick up my mail.

McIntyre got away. He got a phone call from his wife. The elevator goes to the

faculty garage. I'm on my way. Dean, on your way.

Keep coming, Judd.

Raise your voice and I'll kill your wife in front of your eyes. Now get in here

behind the wheel.

You killed Carl Fellows.

Still McIntyre for the prosecution?

I pulled the trigger.

But Parkman bought the ammunition and the gun.

You were Fellows' own man.

Brought in from the outside.

Two hundred a week and a hearty handshake.

But John Parkman never shook my hand, Judge.

He just brought me $40 ,000 in cash before we went to that motel. But why

he speak out at the trial? What would that have accomplished?

Guilty anyhow, wasn't he?

Get in here, Byron. Look here.

I think I understand.

But what can this prove or change?

There'll be an accident.

The judge and his wife will be killed before he can ask the DA to reopen the

case.

Sorry, but I can't risk an investigation.

Like that French song.

Do you regret?

Yeah.

Let's go, Your Honor.

Go.

Grateful to you, Robert. Grateful to all of you.

That's what they pay us for, Your Honor.

Mrs.

McIntyre mentioned something.

Yes? She said you were resigning from the bench. Now, that doesn't make sense.

It does to me. John Parkman was guilty, Leland. He was entitled to a fair and

complete trial. The trial he got was reviewed by the highest courts.

They found no evidence of judicial prejudice. There are extensions of

Bob.

A tortured, lonely girl and an unbalanced plumber could still be right.

rest of us, quite wrong. True.

Judges are human.

And imperfect.

As are policemen now and then.

Occasionally, even the law is imperfect.

But we don't abandon the law.

Or man.

I can't let myself off that easily.

I haven't the right... Do you matter that much?

Your wife will be in that courtroom in a few minutes. If you isolate yourself

with your guilt, you isolate her also. She has no one else.

There are also citizens of this state in that courtroom interested only in

justice.

If you're turned inward, who do they reach out to?

I'm late.

Thanks again.

Department 15 of the Superior Court is now in session.

The Honorable Leland McIntyre, judge, presiding.

The people versus Carter.

Are the people ready?

We're ready, Your Honor.