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Help!

Help!

Help!

Please, help!

Paris?

Rise and shine!

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Hey.

- Joe! 'Huh?

You all right'?

Hello, Kenny.

What time is it? Huh'?

You look like shit.

Well, at least my socks match.

Yeah, well, I had to get up early.

Oh, shit.

What did you do to your head?

I don't know. Somebody hit this place?

Mind if we look around and see?

Yeah, go ahead.

Where'd you get that asshole for a partner?

- Yeah, you know. - Look, has-been,

I didn't throw my partner through a plate glass window

trying to protect some beaner in the act of committing a felony.

Beaner? Well, that beaner was unarmed.

Well, he had a rap sheet longer than my dick.

Never been arrested, huh?

Go ahead, laugh. I'm not on suspension.

I'm not the one living on food stamps.

So, listen, Joe. We got a problem.

Jake Farley's dead.

Great. He was a real scumbag.

Somebody slit his throat with a wire.

You got any leads?

I hear things have been slow for you

- since Dwight busted your ass. - Well.

How you fixed for money? You ok?

Ah, great. You got a cigarette?

You know, I, uh, I never agreed

with what they did to you.

I'd like to help you out, Kenny.

Whoever iced Farley did us all a favor.

- This your shirt, Paris? - No, I take in laundry.

Yeah, it's my shirt.

The cuffs.

I found it behind the refrigerator.

There's somethin' else.

Having trouble with your garbage, Joey?

We found your name in Farley's pocket.

This is a setup.

Joe Paris, you are under arrest for the murder of Jake Farley.

- Knock it off. - Come on, take it easy.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney.

- Yeah, yeah, I know it. - Come on, he knows it all by heart,

- for Christ's sake. - You have the right to have an attorney

present before any questioning.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be appointed for you, without charge, by the court.

Do you understand each and every one

of these rights I've explained to you, has-been?

Easy, easy, take it easy.

It's over for you, Paris. You're finished.

All right, all right, all right.

Don't do anything stupid,

Public defender's office. May I help you?

Some asshole jumps off the Tobin bridge

with Jake Farley ridin' the rope with him.

The D.A.'S been after that sleazebag, Farley,

for years. Some guy should get a medal

for saving public funds.

The only trouble is, the guy's a cop.

They just put the make on Joe Paris,

- who most of you know. - Oh, yes.

Joe's on suspension, so this case is going to draw

a lot of heat. City hall just called

and laid it on us. Who's gonna be the lucky guy?

Well, here we go again, girls. "Who's the lucky guy?"

By the way, guy is spelled a-s-s-h-o-l-e.

Kravitz, you and Samson have the most experience

with this shit. Which one of you wants it?

- Wait a minute, Brannigan. - What's your problem, Hudson?

My problem is, my last 3 cases have been a postman

bitten by a poodle, some first-time grass smokers,

and a derelict knocking quarters out of a parking meter.

Brannigan, the lucky ladies in this office

- get every shit detail coming down. - Yeah, Brannigan.

I've been here for 2 years, and I want this case.

I am better than Kravitz or Samson.

- Oh, mama. - The defendant ls entitled

to better than one of your old poker pals defending him.

You know, Paris really deserves one of

these broads, Brannigan.

It's a great way to get rid of the hot-head.

Pretty tough on us to put our heart into

keepin' Paris out of jail.

Come on, Brannigan. Putting one of

these burnt-out hacks on the case is a travesty of justice.

Hey, Kravitz, do I look like a burnt-out case?

Well, you do look a little grey around the gills.

All right, all right, Hudson, but you'd better deliver.

Because my tail's gonna be in a crack

for not puttin' one of the old pros on this.

I am better than one of your old pros.

Yeah, from your mouth to God's ear.

Ooh, wow.

Good luck.

Whoo!

15 minutes, Joe.

Joe Paris, I'm Jennifer Hudson,

your attorney.

I'm extremely busy right now, and we only have a short time.

So let's get started.

Tell me, what happened last night?

You do talk'?

Where's meyer?

Mr. meyer took a corporate job.

Don't worry. I'm smarter than meyer.

- I got you. - I didn't know I was so popular.

Oh, you're a celebrity downtown.

You don't find many liberal cops these days.

Oh, yeah? Is that what you think I am?

My partner shot an unarmed man.

I just nudged him a little.

You nudged him through a plate glass window.

And 6 months ago, assaulting a police captain?

You realize your history of violent assault

does not make our case any easier.

But I can help you.

Who dresses you in the morning?

Be nice, Mr. Paris.

Remember, your ass is in my hands.

Tell me about last night.

There's something very strange about a wealthy chick like you

defending a trickle-down case like mine.

It sounds dangerously like a hobby.

A public defender wearing a rolex.

Your insecurity is not my problem.

The watch is a gift from my fiance.

- You don't wear a ring. - Real detective.

I got the watch instead.

Well, send me somebody that works for a living.

Fuck you, you arrogant asshole!

Nice.

It's my asshole, lady.

- It's my career. - Oh, I'm sorry.

How'd you get to be a public defender, anyway?

I got a late start.

I blew 5 years in the peace corps.

- Welfare. - And I want the courtroom experience.

Well, get it with somebody else. You don't know anything about me, lady.

Yes, I do. I know you're a cop,

accused of murder one. You have a violent temper.

And you have a history of problems with authority.

But I can get you off.

The minute I don't shine for you, you can fire me.

But I'll be damned if you're gonna pass on me

because of the way I dress.

That's not me.

This is me, guts and brains.

You cannot do any better.

Dear God, a vassar version of Tarzan.

Fine.

I was getting you out of here tomorrow.

Your bail bondsman friend, delmar Fraser,

agreed to put up bail. He says he owes you.

But if you're not interested...

- How do you know delmar? - I do my homework.

Now, shall we talk about last night?

Sure.

I don't remember.

Don't stonewall me, Paris.

I'm not. I got drunk.

It's happened before. I passed out.

You don't remember anything?

No, nothing.

Who had reason to kill Farley?

Lots of people. He had lots of things on lots of people.

Did he have anything on you?

No. Friends of mine.

You knew him'?

Yeah. Well, he was a snitch.

You know, I used him on busts.

How well did you know him?

I used to shake him down a little when he got out of line.

What do you mean, "shake him down?"

Well, slap him around, you know.

I never hurt him.

Well, would it be correct to say

you had several violent physical encounters with him

over a period of years?

I guess so.

And on more than one occasion

you threatened his life, in the presence of witnesses?

Yes.

Yes, I--I--I-- I have a bad temper.

I'd say you do.

Miss Hudson,

I've done a lot of shitty things in my life.

I've never killed anybody.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Quiet.

Have you arranged to have a psychiatrist

interview your client'?

Yes, I have, your honor.

That's the man who found Farley.

He was on a bottle of valium at the time.

Doesn't even remember stopping his car on the bridge.

- Couldn't you find another razor? - No.

Going by this report,

it seems to me the psychiatrist...

This doesn't surprise me.

What have you done now?

Delmar, I think you've met miss Hudson?

Only over the phone.

- Pleased to meet you. - Likewise.

So, I hear you two go a long way back.

This dude saved my life.

It was nothing.

Listen, Joe, you skip bail on me,

I lose my house. And I just put

a hot tub on my deck, you understand?

I fail to see the wisdom of granting bail

in a first-degree murder case.

Community safety is the priority here.

Your honor, Joseph Paris has lived

in this city all his life, and intends to remain here.

Mr. Paris has no prior arrests, your honor.

He has protected this community for 14 years

as a police detective.

We also feel, your honor, that our case is strong.

It is in my client's interest to exonerate himself

by showing up for trial. I feel there's

no risk that he would not appear.

What does the district attorney's office

think about that, Mr. nicks?

I concur with miss Hudson

that Mr. Paris is well known

in the law enforcement community in Boston.

However, that the seriousness of the offense calls

for a sizeable cash bond.

I'd like to add that my client was locked up last night

with men he has sent to jail.

There isn't an institution in the state

where Mr. Paris would be free from reprisals.

I can do without the dramatics, counselor.

You've made your point.

Mr. Paris, bail is set at $500,000 with surety,

or $50,000 cash.

Um, your honor, we are prepared to post real estate

with equity of $50,000 if that is acceptable.

Mr. nicks.

No objection, your honor.

Very well.

Thank you, your honor.

Hey, uh, I hope you realize that I took it easy on you in there.

I didn't have to let your guy walk.

- You did the right thing. - No, I did the expedient thing.

I don't want to sensationalize this case

any more than you do.

Why don't you do us all a favor? Let's plead this guy.

I'll give you a good deal.

I've got the guy nailed.

We'll find out in court, won't we?

You are new at this, aren't you?

Oh, did I tell you that we got Paris' blood type

on the murder weapon?

Yeah.

Just came back from the lab.

Hudson, right? I'm offering you a deal.

Now don't drag your client through this,

or yourself.

See you in court, Mr. nicks.

Is this supposed to jog my memory?

That's the idea. Do you want to stop?

No.

Do you want to see where the body was found?

I usually don't like people from a lot of money,

but of course there are exceptions.

Put that away.

- What? - Put that away.

Don't light that.

You can't be serious.

Not in my car, ok?

Ok.

Look familiar?

Farley's bar? Of course it looks familiar.

- You've been inside? - No. Me? Never.

When was the last time'?

I don't know. A month ago. 2 months ago.

Give me a break.

- It's a pretty nice place. - Oh, yeah. Real nice.

Up to their ears in hookers,

and they've got enough cocaine here to start a revolution.

Are you Joe Paris?

Mmm-hmm.

I have a message for you from Mr. Farley.

Mr. Farley'?

His son.

Mr. Farley says, "fuck off!"

He doesn't want you in here anymore.

- Is that what he said? - Joe.

It's not worth it. Joe.

Let's so.

Joe.

Ok.

You knew there'd be trouble before we even went in there.

Yeah? So what'?

Do you believe this putz'?

His father only died 2 days ago.

Not exactly in mourning, is he?

Maybe Matt's a suspect.

He hasn't got the balls to kill his old man.

Who hates you enough to frame you then, Joe?

You want a hundred names?

I'll prepare you a list in the morning.

Did you see that'?

- What? - A cop, I think.

Let's go.

Don't say a word.

Hello?

I'm up here.

Hmm, you're in bed early.

- Well, I'm beat, honey. - Really?

Hmm?

Yes, really.

I don't want you working too hard,

ok, babe?

So how'd it go today'?

I had a rough day.

Yeah? Why'?

The D.A. Wants to make a deal.

Nobody ever made A.G. By plea-bargaining.

I don't want to be Attorney General.

- You will. - No, I won't.

Yes, you will.

I think Paris is guilty, Kyle.

So? That's why he's got you.

This case is good for you, Jenzer.

Really.

Want to join me?

I can't.

Oh, God.

Oh.

Guess who sold $20 million in double "b" bonds today.

- What! - I'm gettin' the boat.

You know, the 41-footer.

When are you ever going to have time for sailing lessons?

- I'll make time. - On your schedule?

I am a can-do guy.

You're a jerk.

Why didn't you call me before?

I tried, but you were out.

I ordered you a cellular phone.

I don't want a cellular phone.

Jen, we don't communicate enough.

We need a cellular phone. Ok?

This one's black. It's sleek.

Press one button, you're talkin' to me.

You'll love it.

Can we talk about this later, honey?

Ok.

You said on the phone you saw Joe Paris

the night of September 23rd?

Yeah, that's right. We had a party.

Joe was here all night.

You're sure he was here all night?

You're damn right. Me and my dog drove him home

when we closed up,

on account of the bump on his head.

And what time was that?

4:00 A.M. yeah, that's right.

See, 'cause I always take away their keys.

The big drinkers, anyway, of which Joe was definitely one of.

But I tell you one thing.

Ain't no way Joe would've made it home that night.

Passed out cold.

Sorry.

How did he get the--the bump on his head?

Oh, some asshole got loud.

Started pushin' this woman around,

so Joe put this guy down. Joe's a fighter.

Who was the man he hit?

Never saw him before.

- You don't know his name? - No.

Or the woman?

They came in together. They weren't regulars.

Joe's pretty hot-tempered, huh?

Yeah. Joe ain't no killer, though.

I mean, this Farley was a walkin' execution

waitin' to happen.

Farley had this reverse midas touch.

Everybody's life he touched turned to shit.

This was 4 nights ago. Why didn't you call me sooner?

Hey, I read it in the paper yesterday. I called you.

Will you testify that Joe was here that night?

Yeah.

Thanks, Lou.

How'd I do?

You did just fine.

I'll let you know when the trial date is set.

- Sure thing. Thanks. - Ok.

Your bartender is lying.

He sounds coached.

You're just trying to intimidate me

because your case is falling apart.

No, my case is airtight.

I have got motive, I've got method,

I've got the murder weapon with matching blood.

That's because Joe was framed. We've got the alibi.

Paris put this guy up to it.

A lot of people owe him favors.

Your alibi is a fabrication.

Prove it.

I will.

In the meantime, you won't mind calling off

the tail you put on Joe and me. It's illegal.

What tail'?

A few nights ago, a cop was hanging around Farley's.

When I spotted him, he took off.

Then yesterday, a cruiser followed me

to Lou's, and then back here.

Did you get the number on the car?

No, and I didn't get the man's I.D. Either.

He was following me, not interviewing me.

I didn't authorize that. We don't do that.

Then you won't mind undoing it.

The bartender is lying.

Just give me a minute.

You sure you don't want to come? We got a private box at the garden.

All right. I'll bring home Chinese after the game.

Have fun.

Yes?

Are you Jenny Hudson?

- That's right. - My name's Deborah Quinn.

I need to talk to you. It's about Joe.

My husband doesn't know I'm here.

He doesn't know I know Joe.

Do you know who Vincent Quinn is?

The D.A. Talks about him.

No one ever makes anything stick to Vincent.

- So it seems. - He's my husband.

That must be interesting.

What are you so afraid of'?

Joe was with me the night Farley was killed.

Where'?

At my house.

Vincent was out of town.

It is not what you think.

I got involved with Joe shortly after his wife died.

That was 2 years ago.

That's right.

Vincent and I were going through

some rough times.

This kind of rough.

The night after he did this,

I went to Farley to have Vincent killed.

$10,000 up front. Another $10,000 afterwards.

But I couldn't do it. I called it off.

Farley wouldn't give me my money back.

He played me a tape of my meeting with him.

And he said that if I didn't pay him,

he would play it for Vincent.

So Joe fixed things with Farley?

I don't know how, but he got my money back.

How far would you go to repay an old debt?

What do you mean'?

Would you commit perjury'?

I didn't have to come here.

If my husband knew that I was here, he'd...

I'm telling you the truth.

Joe was with me the night that Farley was killed.

Jesus.

I cannot call you if your phone is off the hook.

Oh, yeah?

I thought you were giving that up.

Hey!

In your car, lady. This is my apartment.

What the hell's the matter with you, anyway?

I met Deborah Quinn tonight.

She says she was with you the night Farley was killed.

Yeah, well, she's makin' it up.

Is your bartender friend makin' it up, too?

Nicks thinks so.

The whole world has turned out to

commit perjury for Joe Paris.

Joe, this is a murder trial.

You have people lying for you,

they will destroy you.

You coached him.

You spent the night with Deborah, but you couldn't use her as an alibi.

And Lou owed you a favor, just like delmar did, right?

What are you gettin' so worked up for?

Tell me the truth, Joe.

It was easier to talk to Lou.

Do you know who Deborah is married to?

Have you got any idea'?

If she takes the stand he'll have us both killed.

There was no blackout.

- You spent the night with Deborah. - There was a blackout!

But you spent the night with Deborah!

I don't remember!

I'm not bringin' her in on this.

She is your alibi, Joe. If she's tellin' the truth.

I won't need an alibi if we find out who did it.

Right now you are the prime suspect.

Joe, I need to know everything about your relationship

- with Deborah. - Why?

That woman had the oldest motive in the world for killing Farley.

If you're involved with her, that gives you

the same motive.

I need to know what went on

or the prosecution will take us apart.

Are you still lovers?

No.

Then she's lying, too. She said she was just with you.

What's goin' on? How could that conceivably be good news

- for the bond markets? - It's very perverse.

And the Japanese will come in and buy our bonds.

Does it worry you? As one who has

watched rates historically?

Everything worries me, you know that.

Are you-- are you a buyer or a seller or just a fredder now?

Hi, Kyle.

Mmm, I hope you saved me some.

But the trend lately has been mostly upper rates.

So I've cut back in the stock market.

Turn that down a bit, honey.

Would you be surprised if the market

was up 100 points next week?

No, I would not be. I think we're--

I was watching that.

What's the matter with you'?

I told you I was going to bring home

Chinese food after the game.

Looks like you ate it all, too.

Where the hell were you'?

I went to see Joe Paris. We're having problems.

Well, I thought we were going to spend

some quality time tonight.

Ok, let's go.

It's too late. I gotta get up early.

You are being infantile.

You went to the house of a murderer!

I went to the house of a client.

You said yourself he's guilty.

I never said that.

I just thought that we were going to spend

the evening together.

You went to the ballgame, Kyle.

That was scheduled and you know it.

I was back here at 10:30,

I didn't know where the hell you were.

And now I find out you were with a murderer

in his house!

I suppose he tried to put the make on you, huh?

- Knock it off. - He did, didn't he? He did.

Get out of my face! And thanks for the one goddamn egg roll.

Hey, there's another Sparerib here.

You want it, huh? Take it.

Cute. You missed. You're a jerk.

Oh, God!

Nobody to cover it,

and--and--and nobody's over there.

So just get the guy on the phone

and tell it to him straight.

I see your bartender's off the witness list.

I was right, wasn't I?

Postpone.

I'd say you both had enough enemies.

It was just a matter of time till something like this happened.

Just be glad Farley ain't the one

that's Bein' framed.

Use my desk.

You're all heart.

You know, you never should have left

this precinct.

Those guys downtown play a different ballgame.

So don't move around.

And anybody sees you here, you tell them you're workin' for me.

Hi.

Tough break.

You're-- you're Joe Paris, right?

You'd feel kind of silly if I wasn't, wouldn't you?

Listen, I hate to see a fellow officer in trouble.

They get a cop by the balls, they squeeze.

You need all the friends you can get.

You got somethin' to say, say it.

All I'm sayin' is that cops gotta stick together.

'Cause nobody else gives a damn.

Deceased.

Go on.

Deceased.

Dear God, this makes me feel very old.

All my enemies are dead.

...since '83.

Not all of them.

Paul Lantz, Lewisburg.

Harry Norton, paroled '87.

Matt darby, blind.

Wait a minute.

Harry Norton?

How did he make parole?

Good behavior.

Good behavior? I sent him up 11 years ago on conspiracy

to commit murder.

What's the link to Farley?

There is none. Where is he now?

Norton fish, please hold.

What do you need?

Harry Norton.

He's getting his tubes cleaned in Brazil.

Norton fish, hold, please.

Honeymoon.

He married Tanya.

Oh. How is Tanya'?

Well, she married the boss.

What more could a girl want, right?

Hmm.

Norton fish, hold, please.

I love it when I get a whole line

of blinking lights.

So, he married old Tanya, huh?

Oh, I don't mean the mother.

I mean the daughter, Tanya junior.

Oh, the old lady was pissed.

But what could she say? I mean, she was after his bucks, too.

Now she gets 'em without all the hassle.

How long have they been away?

Can you believe, 3 weeks?

Norton fish, please--

Listen, bimbo, I've been on hold for 15 minutes now

I told you, please hold. You hang up,

you go the end of the line.

I bet he wanted you. Couldn't have you.

Well, I really wasn't interested.

I mean, I could never fall for a guy

whose hands always smell like fish.

Maybe she worked cheap.

Are you kidding?

She got a raise every time he closed the door.

You wouldn't happen to have an itinerary around here, would you?

I mean, I'd like to send him a wedding gift.

Hmm, they'd love that.

But nobody's supposed to know where they are.

Mmm-hmm.

Rio.

I did the paperwork myself.

4 weeks in Rio.

Left the 2nd week in September.

I'd like to take you to Rio myself.

- Oh, yeah? - Hmm.

I'm free.

I'm not.

I'm wanted for murder.

Don't you just hate when that happens?

- Hello, Joe. - Hello, Eddie.

I told you I didn't want to see you again.

You mind gettin' off my car?

What for? I like it here.

Afraid you might fart and the garlic

would peel the paint.

That's funny, Paris.

Nothing could hurt this shitbox.

Don't screw around my car, pal.

Yeah?

You're up on murder one, Paris.

You gotta watch that temper of yours.

Asshole!

The judge can put you back in because of this.

He was screwin' around with my car.

Your car! Your car is a dump!

I like my car.

Hang on a minute.

I thought I told you to wear a red tie.

I don't have a red tie.

I'll get you one.

Is that gonna bleed much more?

- How the hell do I know? - Terrific.

And on the matter of police brutality,

do you find anything troubling

in a policeman using his office unfairly,

say, to commit a crime? How about you, sir?

Probably the police can go too far, sure.

And you, ma'am? How do you feel

about police brutality?

I think the police have a hard job.

And they're in danger a lot.

- And you, sir? - She's off his list.

...stay within the guidelines of the law,

the same as any other citizen.

- And you? - I think the police are killers.

Killers, huh?

Mr. Bastianelli, can you really tell me

with all conviction that you believe someone is innocent

until the prosecution proves him guilty?

Or do you sometimes feel you can tell

just by looking at someone whether

he is guilty or not?

Sure, a guy might look guilty,

but I'd keep an open mind.

Mr. Bastianelli, have you ever had

any experience with a police detective?

Been followed by one, or questioned by one?

If I have, he must have been a good one,

'cause I don't think so.

What are you doing here? He's in the house.

You went to see my lawyer, didn't you?

I had to.

- I want you out of this. - But I'm in this, Joe.

Your lawyer said that I don't have to say everything.

We could have been just friends.

You got to realize something. You get on that stand,

the D.A.'S gonna rip you apart.

And then Vincent's going to find somebody

and rip us apart.

Tell me what happened that night.

You got here about 10:00.

We drank until 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning,

and then you went home.

Well, how did I get this cut on my head?

- You fell. - Where?

- Here. - Where?

What happened that night?

What do you remember about that night?

- Nothing. - But you remember coming here?

No.

You had been drinking before you got here.

And when you arrived, there was blood on your shirt,

and a cut on your forehead.

You said you'd been in a fight.

What are we gonna do?

I don't know.

I just know I want you out of this, ok?

- Ok? - Ok.

Ok.

She's very beautiful.

Yes, she was.

Why would any woman marry a man like Farley?

Money and power.

Of course, you wouldn't know about things like that.

I suppose you prefer animal magnetism?

Jenny, uh, can I offer you and your friend

a complimentary after-lunch drink?

- Yes. - No.

- Yes. - No.

Well, whatever she says.

Thanks anyway, Louis.

I've decided to put Deborah on the stand.

- We had this discussion. - We have no choice.

I don't want her on the stand.

- She's your only alibi, Joe. - I don't give a damn.

You're-you're concentrating on the wrong person.

What about Norton?

- You can smoke if you want to. - I don't wanna smoke.

Norton and Farley had nothing to do with each other,

and Norton was out of the country at the time.

So what? All he had to do is make a phone call.

We still need a link to proceed on Norton.

There is no link.

What about police officers?

Did you have enemies on the force?

Lots of them.

Oh, great. Anybody like you?

Just you.

I feel like I'm working blindfolded here.

Why is that'?

I don't know. Maybe you don't trust me.

Where you going'?

See, you don't trust me.

Ok, here we are, babe.

Yeah.

Hi, Harry, how was Rio?

Just great. Be right with you, honey.

You're Joe Paris, aren't you?

- Yeah. - Get lost!

- How was the honeymoon? - Wonderful.

What do you want, Paris?

Talked to Jake Farley lately?

Farley'?

I haven't seen that bum for years.

Somebody put a piano wire around his neck.

Yeah, so what?

The scum was always a loser. So I'd like to ask you a couple of questions.

Yeah, well, talk to my lawyer, will you? I got a good one now.

Listen, Paris.

I'm out of jail now.

I got a new business.

I got a beautiful new wife.

Harry, let's go.

I got a good life now.

Harry, come on, honey.

We'll be late for the decorator.

Nice to see you again, Paris.

Could anyone else

have murdered Jacob Farley?

The answers no.

There are no other suspects.

This murder was committed by one man,

the defendant, Joseph Paris.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, during the course of this trial,

the state will prove beyond reasonable doubt

that Joe Paris brutally murdered

his long-time enemy, Jacob Farley.

The loving father and sole support

of 2 young people,

Matthew and Amy Farley.

Then cruelly displayed his contemptuous deed

by dumping the body

on the Tobin bridge for all to see.

We will show that the defendant

had the means and the motive and the opportunity

to kill Mr. Farley.

We will show that Mr. Paris is a dangerously violent man,

who can not control his temper

and who has been suspended from the police force

for unwarranted violence.

We will show that he had a long history

of violent association with the deceased

and threatened his life many times.

We will show that the murder weapon

was in Mr. Paris' possession at the time of his arrest

and that it was covered with the blood type

of Mr. Farley,

and also that of the defendant.

And when all the testimony is in

and the evidence is before you,

it will show beyond a reasonable doubt

that Joe Paris is guilty

of the cold-blooded murder of Jacob Farley.

Thank you.

Does the defense wish to make

an opening statement?

We do, your honor, but we reserve opening until the government

has concluded its case.

The state calls Matthew Farley.

Matthew Farley.

Matt, will you please tell the court your experience

the night of September the 23rd.

The 23rd was a Wednesday.

Every Wednesday we went to this little fish place

for dinner.

My sister, Amy, and I both went.

And on the night of the 23rd?

My father called from the club

and said he couldn't make it.

He tell you why?

He said he was going to meet Joe Paris.

He said Paris had been bugging him again.

That it was time he dealt with the bastard once and for all.

Objection! Hearsay! Move to strike.

Sustained.

The witness's last comment will be stricken from the record.

Did you recognize the name of Joe Paris?

Yeah.

6 months ago, Paris came into the club

and got into a shouting fight with my father.

This Joe Paris that fought that night

with your father in the club,

can you identify him here in the courtroom?

Him.

Let the record show the witness pointed to the defendant.

We had a good band that night,

but everybody was listening to the yelling

at the entrance.

Do you recall what was yelled?

Yeah.

He kept sayin' that my father wouldn't be around much longer.

How did you feel when you then heard

that your father was going to meet Joe Paris

on September the 23rd'?

I was afraid for him.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Mr. Farley, do you know for a fact

that your father actually met Mr. Paris

- on the night of the 23rd? - It's where he said he was going.

You do not know that he actually met

- Mr. Paris? - No.

Mr. Farley, what business was your father in?

He had a club.

Is this the same club that you yourself

- have now taken over? - Yeah.

You did not close it down at all for the funeral?

- Objection! - Sustained. Counselor.

Since you have taken it over so easily,

you must know a lot about your father's business.

Did he ever do business with anyone else

- named Joe Paris? - No.

Do you know a Joe Parish? With an "h"?

Yeah.

Were you aware that Mr. Parish

owed your father a lot of money?

Objection! Not covered by direct.

Over-ruled. You many answer the question.

Yeah, well, Parish didn't come down to the club.

But that prick did.

Mr. Farley, this is a court of law.

Choose your language accordingly.

Shall I repeat the question, Mr. Farley?

Look, lady, this is all lawyer bullshit.

Answer the question.

Because I have a tape of Joe Paris,

that Joe Paris, saying he's going to kill my father.

Objection! That's hearsay!

Mr. Farley, you will limit

your answers to the questions asked.

He didn't come home that night. I went down to the club,

there were some tapes. One had Paris' name on it.

- Your honor, I object! I object! - P-a-r-I-s.

Order!

The witness's answer will be stricken

from the record.

And the jury is instructed to disregard his statements.

Counsel may sidebar.

Your honor, the district attorney

said nothing about a tape during discovery.

We had no knowledge of any tape.

I now want a warrant for possible admission into evidence.

Your honor, I ask the tape not be admitted

into evidence, since it was not discovered prior to trial.

Denied.

Where is the tape now, Mr. Farley?

At the club.

Your honor, unless the state proves

that this tape is authentic, I must ask for a mistrial.

It is technically possible to re-edit a recording

so that the intent of that person

is completely taken out of context,

or even contradicted.

That's true, counselor.

We'll recess to allow prosecution to secure the tape

and test its authenticity.

All rise. Hear ye.

Hear ye. Hear ye.

All persons who have anything further to do...

So, tell me about the tapes.

- Farley used to tape everything. - How?

The same way Nixon did.

How do you think Jake got that club?

So the tapes are real?

She made a mistake, Farley, but you screw around with her,

I'll take those goddamn tapes

and I'll stick 'em up your ass. You got that?

Can't we discuss this rationally, Joe?

No. How's this for rational?

Give the lady back her money, give me the tapes,

and get off her back.

Otherwise you know what I'll do.

What is Matt Farley doing with something like that, anyway?

Trying to find his father's murderer.

We don't even know when it was recorded.

3-7-84.

That's pretty stale. I mean, it's more prejudicial than probative.

It demonstrates the defendant's motive.

Miss Hudson, I'm inclined to admit this tape.

However, I will give you the opportunity

to have it examined for authenticity by your own expert

prior to my final ruling.

Now if you two will excuse me.

That was pretty dirty.

I told you, I didn't know anything about it.

This is the big time, little girl.

You wanted high stakes, you got 'em.

Public counsel.

Hudson, James nicks here.

I'm afraid your client's been

hiding things from you.

You wanna meet me at the bay tower room?

I was just on my way home, James.

This is documentary evidence.

It blows your case wide open.

You can learn about it in court tomorrow.

- That's fine with me. - I'll be there.

Sit down.

No, thank you.

Have you seen your client's war record?

He's a killer. Special forces, Phoenix program.

He killed a lot of people in Vietnam.

He strangled them.

The same way he allegedly

strangled Farley.

He was trained for it.

You'll never get this into evidence. It's 18 years old.

Are you ready to talk a plea-bargain now?

Say, 2nd-degree?

Maybe it wasn't premeditated.

I mean, strangling evidently is second nature to this man.

It's circumstantial and it doesn't prove a thing.

You know what your problem is? You're too hungry.

You wanna make a name for yourself.

And you think Joe Paris is your ticket.

- I don't have to listen to this. - There comes a point

when you gotta think about your client first.

You can't win this. Murder 2 is the best you're gonna do.

He'll be out in 3 years, unless he kills somebody else in the meantime.

You'd better take him this offer.

Good night, James.

I'm going to nail your man, Hudson.

Yeah, Paris.

Yeah. Guess what'?

I just saw your war record.

What do you mean?

Jesus Christ, Joe!

I don't understand.

I was in the war. W-what's the problem?

You are lying, that's what!

You wanted to see me?

Yeah.

What are you doing?

Nicks told me he offered a deal on the Paris case,

and you turned him down. Is that true?

I know what I'm doing.

Hudson, the man is as guilty as hell.

Now, who the fuck do you think you are,

F. Lee Bailey'?

You've got a man's life in your hands.

Are you willing to take responsibility

for a guilty verdict?

Are you that sure of how well you'll do in a trial?

You better be damn sure, Hudson.

You know, one of the reasons I use old pros

on cases like these

is that they don't play God.

Now, you take my advice, plead the case

and get it over with.

Oh, my God!

You think I did this?

The door was open.

Just get out of here.

I think maybe I owe you an explanation.

Not now.

I didn't tell you about the war record

'cause I didn't think it mattered.

Just like Lou's perjury didn't matter?

Deborah Quinn didn't matter? And the tapes didn't matter?

I need to believe in you, Joe.

And I don't.

You are lying to me.

- I lied to keep somebody alive. - No more.

All right. Come on. I'll tell you whatever you need to know.

No. I'll tell you what you need to know.

Get out of my house now!

- Is this it? - Yes!

I think she asked you to leave, dude.

This must be his gucciness.

You know, I got a mind to bust you in the mouth.

Kyle, you don't want to do that.

Did you bring this trash into my house?

That's enough! Both of you!

- God, now what?

Police officers!

Hey, what's going on here? Do you have a search warrant?

- Got any new tapes, Joe? - What tapes?

I'd like to file a complaint.

- I'm his lawyer. - Are you his lawyer, too?

- No, I'm his lawyer. - Who is he? I live here.

- Do you know this man? - I'd like to file a complaint.

- Will you shut up? - What's the complaint?

The mink on his jockstrap is molting.

You wanna look into that'?

- He's clean. - Thanks. Now what is your problem?

- Who did it for you, Joe? - Did what?

I want this conversation to take place somewhere else.

Go upstairs and draw yourself a bath.

- That's enough, Paris. - You know, you're gonna get clocked.

Shut up and listen! Somebody took a big interest

in the tape collection at Farley's house.

- Helped himself to quite a few. - Maybe the dick-face kid?

No, it was not the dick-face kid.

He wasn't home. The alarm went off.

So whoever it was didn't find out what he wanted.

Obviously he came here, too.

Now, do you have any new information

I should know about?

You do not have to answer that.

I don't believe this.

I thought you weren't tailing anybody, nix.

Yeah, why don't you search my house or search my car?

We have.

We were having a very nice conversation here,

my attorney and I, before you came in.

And if you don't mind, we'd like to continue.

It's your funeral. Have a nice evening.

By the way, he's offered you a deal.

Oh, yeah, what kind of deal?

Plea-bargain down to murder 2.

Parole in 3 years.

Mind if I smoke?

- No. - Yes.

Don't you dare light that cigarette.

He's lighting a cigarette.

Kyle, can we talk about this some other time?

What did the defendant, Joe Paris, say then?

He said that Farley had gone too far this time.

Somebody's gotta take him out.

And by "take him out" you understood him to mean?

Kill him.

So you heard Joe Paris, on September 21st

predict that somebody was going to kill Jake Farley.

That was 2 days before Mr. Farley was murdered?

Yeah.

I wonder how he knew that?

- Objection. - Sustained. Mr. nicks.

No further questions.

Mr. reugger, didn't you state your profession as cab driver?

Yeah. Well, it's mainly cab driving.

But on occasion you have gone on errands

for the deceased, Mr. Farley?

Yeah, I go on errands for lots of people,

including Joe, when he was with the Boston p.D. It's what I do.

Oh, come on, Mr. reugger. I mean, you have been paid considerably more

than cab fare for making certain deliveries

to Mr. Farley's associates.

Your honor, Mr. Reugger's not on trial here.

No one says he is.

You may answer the question.

Uh, yeah, I made deliveries to Farley's associates.

You ever heard any of these associates

speak ill of Mr. Farley'?

Speak ill of him'?

Yeah, well, they all, uh, spoke ill of him.

You ever heard any of them express the opinion

that the world would be a better place

with Mr. Farley removed from it?

I guess, yeah.

In fact, Mr. reugger, have you ever heard

Mr. Farley's son, Matthew Farley,

express dissatisfaction with the way his father

ran his business?

Farley was not very well liked, you know.

Oh. Why'?

He didn't run his life like it was a popularity

contest, you know.

How did he run his life, Mr. reugger?

Did he ever double-cross a friend?

I guess. Yeah.

- Did he ever cheat an associate? - Yes.

Did he ever inform on fellow criminals?

Objection.

Did he ever inform on fellow

business associates?

We need to hear your answer,

Mr. reugger.

Yeah, well, he ratted. He stole.

Anything to make a buck.

I-I-I'm not telling you anything new.

Did he sell cocaine at his club?

Yeah.

Prostitutes at his club?

Yeah, yeah.

And did Jake Farley also blackmail people?

Your honor, I object.

Let me rephrase the question.

Mr. reugger, did Jake Farley ever

blackmail you'?

You didn't tell me this was gonna happen!

Your honor.

Order.

The witness will answer the question.

Yeah, he had stuff on me.

You mean he blackmailed you?

Yeah.

Mr. reugger, have you ever said

anything unkind, hateful or derogatory

about Jake Farley?

Yes. Everybody I know did.

Now, Mr. reugger, considering everything

you and other people have said about Jake Farley,

were the comments of Joe Paris anywhere near as strong

as the others?

Not really. No.

Thank you. No further questions.

Witness may step down.

Your honor, may we sidebar?

Yes, counselor.

Last night the state gained new evidence

which sheds significant light

on this case.

Your honor, it's inadmissible.

If you'll notice paragraph 3 here, the underlined part.

I can read, Mr. nicks.

Yes, your honor.

This thing is nearly 20 years old.

Yes, your honor, but it shows--

the man's a war hero.

You want to enter that into your case?

It shows a pattern. A specific method of killing.

Were you ever in the service, Mr. nicks?

No, your honor.

Take this away, if you don't mind.

You think you're such hot shit.

You dropped something.

Farley, you had better get out of here

before you get into serious trouble.

You think you're so high and mighty.

You think you can do anything you want.

You're trying to ruin my reputation,

- and ruin my club. - Club?

Business is dying because of your little act.

I got nobody in there because of you

and your Joe Paris.

Mr. Farley, this is not the way to handle things.

I know how to handle things.

I've handled everything so far.

Just you remember, lady, I know

how to handle things.

Jen? Let go of me!

What's some on?

- Who is this? - Forget it. Just go inside.

- No. What do you want, huh? - Kyle, don't.

No, no. You got some business here, huh?

You got some business here?

Leave him alone!

Your woman's a vulture, man.

She lives off dead meat.

- Get out. - She's garbage.

Get out of here! Now!

Kyle, are you hurt?

Kyle, are you ok?

Did you see that? He tried to kill me.

Kyle, please. Come in the house.

Who the hell-- who the hell was that?

Jake Farley's son.

I'm gonna sue the bastard.

Come in. Just...

- Calm down. - Is this worth it?

- What? - This!

Dealing with the scum that you do every day.

You don't need this. And I don't need it, either.

I know you don't. I'm really, really sorry.

He broke my rolex.

Wit--

witnesses for the...

Oh.

Witnesses for the defense will show

that many individuals

had both motive and opportunity

to kill Jake Farley.

The testimony will show that an array of criminals

had made vows of revenge against Joe Paris

for his key role in putting them behind bars.

Many of these are convicted murderers

with a grudge against Jake Farley as well.

But we do not have to prove Joe was framed.

He remains innocent until the prosecution

proves him guilty.

Please, always remember that, ladies and gentlemen,

while we present an alibi witness

who will testify

that Joe Paris was nowhere near the scene

of Jake Farley's murder.

And this witness has a lot to lose

by coming forth.

The defense calls Deborah Quinn.

Deborah Quinn.

I thought we weren't going to involve her.

We have no choice, Joe.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear that the testimony you are about to give

is the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

- I do. - We can't hear you, ma'am.

Yes, I do.

Could you please state your name and address?

Deborah Quinn. 831 hillside park.

Ms. Quinn, how long have you known the defendant?

Almost 2 years.

Could you please describe your relationship with him?

We're friends.

Good friends.

On the night of September 23rd,

could you please describe what you did,

starting about 5:00 P.M.?

On the night of September 23rd?

Yes.

Well, on the night of September 23rd, I was...

Go on.

Ms. Quinn?

I was

with my husband, Vincent.

Your honor, I move for a mistrial.

Denied.

Your honor, the district attorney must know what's going on

by bringing in this woman's husband.

Order.

Your motion has been denied, counselor.

I move for a brief recess.

Any objection, Mr. nicks?

Then considering the hour

and with the holiday coming up,

this court will adjourn for 3 days,

next to resume this coming Tuesday.

All rise.

Here ye, here ye, here ye.

She's a dead woman.

We have until next Tuesday to solve a big problem,

because right now we have no case.

She's a dead woman and you just killed her.

And what's more, you don't give a damn.

- You're my client, dick Tracy. - Not any more.

Fine.

God save the commonwealth

of Massachusetts.

Miss Hudson. Vincent Quinn, Deborah's husband.

I wonder if I might speak to Deborah for a moment.

Oh, of course you can.

But I think, uh, you might be interested to know

that my wife has told me

everything about her friendship

with your client.

It was a long time ago before she met me.

And of course she'd want to testify on his behalf

at the trial.

However, I cannot allow her to perjure herself.

- I wouldn't want her to, either. - Miss Hudson, please.

My wife told me about your idea

to get your client off with a phony alibi.

My idea'?

She couldn't possibly have been with your client

that night because she was with me.

I thought you were out of town.

That's right. We were.

At the Chicago Hyatt.

Both of you'?

Both of us. And I assure you

proper documentation could be provided

if necessary.

Now, if there is, uh, anything else we can do,

please don't hesitate to call.

Sweetheart.

What's wrong now?

What do you mean'?

This case is starting to consume you.

I don't like what you're becoming.

And what am I becoming that is so intolerable?

Mannish.

- Mannish? - Yeah.

Just because I'm doing things my way now?

Or is it because I'm involved with something

that's more important than your almighty stock swindles?

That's uncalled for. What are you talking about?

Oh, come off of it, Kyle.

You look down on street people like Joe

as though what you are doing isn't corruption.

What do you call junk bonds, sweetheart?

Junk bonds! What--

you hide behind carefully worded

S.E.C. Boilerplate.

And you sell shit to the public

any idiot can see will never be paid back.

- Shit? - But your hands are clean.

Because a battalion of corporate lawyers

keeps you immoral pricks out of jail.

Really? You feel better?

After all I've done for you?

I suppose you found me in the gutter, Kyle.

And I should be so grateful for everything you've done for me.

No, no, I just don't think you should be ungrateful.

You know, there are lots of women who'd

love to be in your shoes.

You get one.

Wait a minute, Jenzer.

That name belongs on a polo pony.

You know something? You're the snob, not me.

You think some unwashed has-been detective killer

is somehow morally superior to me.

I think everyone is morally superior to you, Kyle.

You can't take the competition, can you?

Because I'm successful and you're not, you resent me.

Think about that.

You're right, Kyle.

You're too good for me.

I'm moving out.

Don't be ridiculous.

I am so tired of being ridiculous.

We're through.

I won't be needing those anymore anyway.

I'm off the case.

Stop it!

Come back here!

Give them to me!

Hold it.

Leave me alone.

Are you ok?

What was on the tapes?

Get out of here, cop.

I'd say your ribs are broken.

No kidding?

Leave him alone.

All right. You better call a doctor.

How many have you got for me today, Strickler?

A full gross, Farley.

I'll take the refrigerators, the microwaves.

I'll give you $2,000. This stuff's worth 5.

Fence it yourself, officer.

Make it $2,500, Farley.

Look, I don't need some cop's shit to stay in business.

I'm doing you a favor moving this stuff.

$2,000. Take it or leave it.

Ok.

Go for it, you son of a bitch!

Ok, I got you. Relax, relax, Joe. Relax.

What are you doing, man?

Would you just calm down?

Joe, this has got nothing to do with you.

- Come on! - All I wanted was this.

This is old news, Joe. I've been straight for 10 years.

- Bullshit! - No, listen to me!

It was one thing for Farley to blackmail me,

but now his fucking kid has taken over.

Only the kid wants twice what the old man collected.

He wanted to take over the business

and he couldn't wait. So he killed his old man.

Give me the tape.

Ok.

I'm gonna put a hole in your head!

It slipped, man. I swear to God, it slipped.

I didn't kill him, Joe. It wasn't me.

What are you doing here?

I'm unfiring you.

Oh, why?

Sometimes I can be a bit of an asshole.

Look,

I didn't do it.

You didn't, did you?

I need your help.

I need yours.

Where do you want these?

Anywhere.

Deborah says she was in Chicago

with her husband the night Farley was killed.

Sure.

I understand your feelings

about Deborah, but I think she and her husband

are involved in this.

Couples talk. There's no telling

how much.

From what I know about Vincent, he didn't do it.

Unless he had a personal reason.

- You're fishing. - Yeah, I guess.

What are you doing?

I'm moving out.

Oh, yeah? About time.

I don't wanna talk about it.

Good. I don't wanna talk about it either.

I was married once, in the peace corps.

Except Donald decided to play ambassador of love

to every woman in Costa Rica.

Kind of a one man goodwill tour.

So I finally divorced him.

Why are you telling me this?

I guess I just want you to understand

all this.

No way, Jose.

I ain't Jose.

This is Kyle's house. I haven't moved out yet.

I'm your attorney.

I know.

So we can't afford this.

Afford what?

Getting involved. Don't play dumb.

I just brought that box over to you.

Oh.

Any tape?

Well, you got a place to stay tonight?

My sister has a spare bedroom.

That's lucky.

This is for Jennifer Hudson.

My name's Tony Sklar.

I have information you might be able to use.

I would like to discuss with you

the value of such information.

I'm gonna be at the walpole state prison infirmary.

Get here after visiting hours tonight.

Ask for the warden.

Don't bring any other person

or any recording device, or the whole deal is off.

I know that guy. He's a pathological liar.

It's a lead, Joe.

To nowhere.

I'm gonna go check it out.

Ok.

Red tie.

Yeah.

Well, he's tried suicide twice this month.

I think he's just trying to get away

from the population.

Of course, you can't be sure.

He's a pretty unstable character.

Well, you know his history, don't you?

I'll give you 10 minutes.

I'm safe.

I thought you'd be older.

What is it you had to tell me?

I can get your client off.

But I want a deal.

What deal?

I just lost an appeal.

Looks like I'm gonna be in here

another 30 years.

I got a wife and kid. I want them taken care of.

And I want some leniency for me.

You must know I'm in no position

to make deals.

You got influence. You can do something.

I need to know what you've got.

Ever hear of Harry Norton?

Your client sent him away on a conspiracy

to commit murder rap.

We checked him out. He was in Rio

at the time of the murder.

Of course he was. Listen to me.

Norton had a beautiful chick at the time he went

in the joint.

Her name was Celeste.

4 years into Norton's sentence,

Celeste up and marries our friend, Farley.

You'd never think a prick like Norton

could get his heart broken.

I mean, here's a guy that can have anybody offed

long distance

in jail or out.

But he couldn't control his woman.

And that made him crazy.

And it was your client who sent him up

and cut his balls off.

You know, I'm in here 'cause I've been accused

of the double murder of federal witnesses.

I'm not saying I did those.

But I will say I have made hits

the state doesn't know about.

Norton hired me to kill Farley

and his bride, Celeste.

I set up an accident.

I got Celeste, but Farley survived.

Car accident on the cape was yours truly.

I was supposed to let things cool

and go back and finish Farley.

I never got the chance.

I came here instead.

Who did Norton hire this time?

Give me a good reason to tell you.

- Mr. Sklar-- - please, Tony.

You realize your credibility isn't the greatest.

I know, but what can you do?

I need proof.

I have proof.

I need to see it.

That can be arranged.

I'll see what I can do.

Counselor, do us both a favor.

Don't go sniffing around for your mystery man

without checking with me first.

You might hurt yourself.

Listen, I have a witness who's willing to testify

that he was hired to kill Farley and his wife.

He'll name who hired him.

This guy succeeded on Celeste.

That auto accident was no accident.

Reputable witness?

Mr. fabrication.

Did he sell you any swampland

down in Florida'?

He wants to make a deal.

Sure he does. The guy's a known liar.

He's offering proof. But he won't give it

without some kind of a deal.

I don't deal with scum.

This guy is septic tank material.

Help me buy time. Tell me you'll

support negotiations if he delivers.

You're reaching.

He's offering exculpatory evidence.

Don't obstruct that.

The word of a known liar

does not qualify as evidence.

You can't suppress this, nicks.

Help me make a deal.

You had your chance.

I'm inclined to grant counsel for the defense

adequate time to investigate this witness's potential.

We'll adjourn for one day

pending possible new evidence for the defense.

But if that should fail,

I'll want closing arguments in 48 hours.

Hey, Sklar. Telephone.

It's that lawyer.

- Hudson? - Hello, Tony.

Hello?

It was really a matter of time.

We did everything we could to save him.

I want him moved to the city hospital.

Can't do that.

If he stays here, whoever did it will know

he succeeded.

All right.

This is for Jennifer Hudson.

My name's Tony Sklar.

I have information you might be able to use.

I would like to discuss with you

the value of such information.

I'm gonna be at the walpole state

prison infirmary.

Get here after visiting hours tonight.

Ask for the warden.

Don't bring any other person

or any recording device,

or the whole deal is off.

This is for Jennifer--

my name's Tony Sklar. 1.-

Anybody told me I'd be putting words

in a dead man's mouth...

...the value of such information.

I'm gonna be at the walpole state

prison infirmary.

I'm gonna be at the wal--

infirmary. Get here--

infirmary. Get here--

I haven't been fair to you.

...information--

...tonight. Ask for the warden.

Ask--

ask-- ask--

ask--

...or any recording device, or the whole deal is off.

The whole deal--

the whole deal-- the whole--

whole-- whole--

this is Tony.

I'm gonna get you, asshole.

Amazing.

Hello.

This is Tony.

I'm gonna get you, asshole.

Look, I don't know what your game is, Tony,

but you can't pin anything on me.

Officer Strickler, this is Jennifer Hudson.

You better watch out, lady,

'cause you could get real hurt.

Interesting.

Yeah?

This is Tony.

I'm gonna get you, asshole.

Who was that'?

I don't know.

Yeah?

This is Tony.

I'm gonna get you, asshole.

Get out of my life, punk.

I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

Mr. Norton, this is Jennifer Hudson,

and I represent Mr. Sklar.

We're suing you for assault with intent to kill.

Let me talk to Sklar again.

He has nothing further to say to you.

Well, I got plenty to say to him.

I had nothing to do with that hit on him.

Then how did you know about the hit?

I read the herald, like any good citizen.

I'm afraid he was not identified in the herald.

Oh, don't give me that shit.

I can put 2 and 2 together.

I know a setup when I see one and I'm not buyin'.

You've been positively identified, and now Mr. Sklar

wants satisfaction.

He's full of shit. You're both full of shit.

Nice job.

Let's see if he buys it.

The boys in blue.

- Ma'am. - Hey.

Hey, Joe, how's it going?

- Hey, Joe. - Hi, guys.

We're a present from the D.A.

We don't want any.

Protection. Nicks' orders.

- Got a cigarette? - You owe me 2 bucks.

Is nicks in? It's Jennifer Hudson.

James, we do not want any protection.

Because we want to do things our own way,

and you're interfering, plain and simple.

Yeah. He wants to talk to you.

Yes, sir.

No problem, sir.

Yes, sir.

He says we're to keep you in our sights,

but, uh, you can stick us where you want.

How about Cleveland?

It isn't working.

Will you relax?

Who were you calling?

Deborah. There's no answer.

Jesus, more cops.

They're gonna blow this.

It's not working anyway.

Give it more time.

We've been here for hours.

You got anything to eat?

No.

It's a funny thing about me.

At times like this I get real hungry.

When this is all over, I'm going to take you to my favorite restaurant.

How do you like eating with your hands?

Jesus.

How did I ever get mixed up with you?

Too late now.

Yeah.

Are you going to Ned's wedding?

Nah, I wasn't invited.

- What? - What?

What, you're not going to Ned's wedding?

- No. - Why not?

Oh, because I dated whats-her-name once.

You went out with Mandy?

- Yeah. - When was this?

About 6 months ago.

Hey, who's that?

Looks like wilkinson.

Nah, Wilkinson's on vacation.

Yeah, where'd he go?

Someplace with his mother. You know wilkinson.

- Who is this guy? - I don't know.

Hey, buddy. How's it going?

- It's started. - What?

Give me the keys to the restaurant.

Stay upstairs.

Hold it.

Joe...

I tried to help you.

Joe?

Ma'am.

I'm sorry, ma'am. I need to use your phone.

There's a man hurt on the street outside.

Joe!

Oh, my God! Call an ambulance! I'm going--

where's Sklar'?

Sklar?

He called from here.

- Yes, um... - Step away from the window.

Where is he?

You're Harry Norton.

Where is sklar'?

But--but you couldn't have killed Farley.

You were out of the country.

I have a long reach and a score to settle

with 2 old pals.

I set up the hit on Farley, and nailed Paris

at the same time.

Quiz is over, lady. Where is sklar?

He-he's not here. I'll--I'll take you to him.

Just tell me.

I--I have to show you.

He's--he's not far. He's in the next building.

All right, lady. Let's go.

Jesus, Joe. Can't you do anything right?