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What is your name?
Gail Tempest.
What is your occupation?
I'm a dancer.
On the night of February the 13th, were you working at the Black Bottom Cafe
when this murder was committed?
Yes, but I didn't do it.
Then who killed Kirk Robin?
I don't know.
Didn't you kill Kirk Robin? I object, Your Honor.
And ask that the last question be stricken from the records.
It is merely an attempt to influence this intelligent, broad -minded, and
intellectual jury.
Objection sustained.
Thank you, Your Honor.
That is all.
Quiet,
Polly.
If it please the court, Your Honor... At this time, I would like to introduce my
three main witnesses, Howard, Fine, and Howard.
They were here a minute ago.
Will you pardon me, Your Honor?
I'll be right back.
idea of spoiling the game. I was for onesies. Well, here's twosies. He was
onesies? You get him to... Here's fivesies.
Gentlemen,
gentlemen.
Don't you realize Miss Gail Tepper's life is at stake?
gentlemen please try to be a little more quiet in the court?
Certainly, Judge. The gate is locked.
Will you please step forward?
No, no, no. Prepare yourself for the witness box.
Take off your hat.
Now raise your right hand.
Now place your left hand here.
Take off your hat.
Raise your right hand.
Now put your left hand here.
Please take off your hat.
Raise your right hand.
Now put your left hand here.
Will you please take off your hat?
Raise your right hand.
Now put your left hand here.
Take off your hat.
Raise your right hand.
Will you get rid of that hat?
Raise your right hand.
Raise your right hand.
Do you solemnly swear to tell truth, all truth, and nothing but the truth?
Huh?
Do you solemnly swear to tell truth, all truth, and nothing but the truth?
Are you trying to give me the double talk?
Do you solemnly swear to tell truth, all truth, and nothing but the truth?
Why don't you answer him?
He's talking pig Latin. I don't know what he's saying.
He's asking you if you swear to... No, but I know all the words.
He's asking you if you'll swear to tell the truth.
Truth is stranger than fiction, Judge Woody.
Kindly address this court as your honor and take the oath.
Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth or to tell the truth?
Certainly. What have I got to lose?
Take the stand.
Where do I put it?
No, no. Take the stand.
I got it. Now what do I do with it?
Did you at that time see the defendant, Miss Gail Tempest, in any way, shape, or
form, commit or try to commit bodily harm to the deceased Kirk Robin? I
Your Honor.
Counsel is trying to lead the witness.
Objection sustained.
Mr. Howard, did you see Miss Gail Tempest in physical fight with Kirk
it pleases the court, may I suggest that counsel be instructed to allow the
witness to testify to what he saw?
I say, Jasper, uh... What comes after 75?
76. That's the spirit.
Request granted.
Proceed with the testimony.
Mr. Howard, kindly tell the court what you know about the murder of Kirk Robin.
Well, it was like this, Mr. Court.
Address the judge as your honor.
Well, it was like this, my honor. Your honor, not my honor.
Why? Don't you like him?
Allow the witness to proceed. The court understands him.
Thanks, Corder. You're a pal.
We were tearing up some hot swing music in the orchestra.
Gail over there was swinging her fans.
Her sweetie, Kirk Robin, was inhaling a bottle of hooch at a table.
And a hoofer by the name of Buck Wing was getting ready to shake his tootsies.
Kindly speak English and drop the vernacular.
Vernacular? That's a doyby.
Drop the vernacular.
No, no, not that. Talk so the jury can understand.
Is everybody dumb?
Say, Judgey, if you let me, my partner, and Gailey kind of act it out for you,
we'll show you just what happened.
If counsel doesn't object, that's an excellent idea.
No objections. No objections.
No objections.
Bye, kids.
Tarantula, shut five holes in the divot. Get out of here. Come on.
I'll sue you for this.
Oh, superstitious, eh? Oh, vice I kid.
Gentlemen, you must control your killing instincts.
Proceed with the testimony, please.
Proceed.
to the entertainment and continue.
Now, Gailey's dance was over.
I stuck my head in the office door and I saw Kirk Robin and Buckwing arguing
over by the parrot cage.
What were they arguing about? I don't know, but Buckwing was sizzling like a
hamburger. He grabs Kirk by the neck like that, see, and drags him over to
letterpress, see?
Then he smacks him on the head like that.
Then he pokes his coconut into the letterpress, see, like that.
Then he says, I'll squeeze the cider out of your Adam's apple.
Then he gives him the works like this.
It only goes to prove that my client is innocent.
Innocent? Exactly, and I'll prove it.
Ladies and gentlemen, the action of this pistol is so hard, it would take the
strength of a mule to pull the trigger.
Try it. I'm no mule.
No, your ears are too short.
So I'm a mule.
Pull the trigger.
Never fear, it's not loaded.
How could Gale Tempest's frail little finger pull the rusty trigger of that
instrument of destruction?
See, there was nothing in it.
Broad Lane, 9972.
So is you.
What are you butting in for?
You're supposed to be a good one, ain't you? Well, ain't I?
Now, what are you disturbing the court for?
Hold still.
I'll get it.
Come on, Polly, Polly, Polly.
Come on.
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