All language subtitles for Ironside S04e04 The People Against Judge Mcintire

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Jones, you and I decide to commit murder.

We agree on the method to be used.

a 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.

Wrong, 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 spent 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 night's 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?

Oh, the police are patient, yes.

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?

Oh, yes, I did.

Evelyn and I want to spend a minute with Mr. Sanger.

Would you bring the car around to the drive?

The usual running time between the faculty garage and main drive

is four minutes flat. Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen.

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

Grumpy as usual, no doubt.

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

Shall we talk on the way?

How long do you figure the Parkman case lectures will run, sir?

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?

I've got 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?

I'm standing in the middle of the room.

I'm standing behind the desk. I'm standing next to 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 papers into my briefcase,

so I stole it. It's there, buried in the molding.

I didn't touch it. Right here, Chief.

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.

Yep.

Mark tells me two nights ago

you announced a series of lectures

on the Parkman murder case.

I did.

Then a half hour later, this happened.

Could there be a connection?

I, uh, 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, about...

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?

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?

Hi, 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 it.

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...

Acknowledges that I am in the class for auditing purposes only.

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

You make the job too easy.

You make the job too easy.

You want your life history around here.

Cybernetic age.

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.

I testified in it.

May I?

Thank you.

You don't need to...

This is Judge McIntyre's classroom, isn't it?

Yes, but class doesn't start till 8.

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?

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.

We got a copy of the student roster.

Let's check them out.

Ladies and gentlemen, please.

Je ne regrette rien.

I regret nothing.

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

In 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.

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 large breakfast with his customary enjoyment.

Miss Lee for the state.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. 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?

Yes, sir.

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 California

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

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

if that satisfies you 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.

A cup of coffee?

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 know as soon as they know anything.

Take a deep breath.

Hold on a second.

Put your shirt on.

Do you have any nausea, unusual imposition?

No, I don't.

I'm not feeling well.

I'm not feeling well.

I'm not feeling well.

I'm not feeling well.

You have nausea, unusual imposition, stomach pains.

Get a hold of us right 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 as seldom used in this part of the world.

The victim breathes or swallows enough cyanide to kill him.

The cause of death has been mistakenly diagnosed as a heart failure in some cases

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 and the Parkland 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 Ed have to say?

The judge is not only out of danger,

he's leaving the hospital within the hour.

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.

Unusual 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.

Strange business, this.

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, Evie.

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 to send a suit to the cleaners.

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

I want 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.

Hey.

Oh, Evie, forgive me.

I'm not like this. You know that.

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 a 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 has the police want with the plumber?

Some help, perhaps.

Mr. Anderson, I understand you enrolled in a night course in criminal law

where Judge McIntyre is the guest lecturer.

That's right.

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 ago.

Later, they told the press that the vote was 11-1 for conviction

after six ballots.

That the holdout juror's name was Lee R. Anderson.

Yeah, and almost all of them were feeling the same way I was

when the lawyers were through.

Except that then McIntyre started getting brilliant.

Started using fancy legal 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 like pipe dreams.

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...

He was like a gentleman, I mean, a real one.

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 Mr. Parkman.

I almost saved him.

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

They didn't print the story, of course.

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 eight years.

Eight years.

Oh, God, help me.

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. I 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 less than convinced 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 have 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 whether Parkman had recently fired a gun...

unless he washed his hands.

That wouldn't have done the trick...

if you were sufficiently well-informed to use a harsh abrasive soap.

He might have worn gloves.

We never found any.

Robert, are you attempting to protect my life...

or quarrelling 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. 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 will 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'll be hard to keep me away right now.

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

They're here all right, Mr. Drescher.

Not all cops wear uniforms and badges.

I'm sorry, Mr. Brown.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave you to it.

I'm sorry, Mr. Brown.

I'm going to have to leave you to it.

Look who it is.

He looks right at you, Mr. Arnold.

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 us, let me know when it's my turn, will you?

Maybe I can help you in your research.

This the whole class, including the people just auditing?

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

Except Anderson, of course.

And Mr. Drescher.

Just the standard of businessman.

Still, it's odd he's the only witness from the trial who's here.

Well, 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 here 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?

State 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 with the witness.

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

Miss Lee again for the State. Mr. Sanger 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 immaterial.

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

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 state's witnesses without evidentiary support.

Jurors are instructed to disregard Defense Counsel's last remarks.

Your Honor, this man has given testimony

which can help send my client to the gas chamber.

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

Sir, you are in contempt. You will sit down.

You will follow the instructions of this court or you will leave!

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

It's amazing how one can get caught up in a yellowing transcript.

I'm pleased to see you.

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.

Interesting session, wasn't it, Judge McIntyre?

Oh, Miss Lee.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

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 few 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 going 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.

Isn't that more important than established courtroom procedure?

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.

Sergeant Brown, this is Joanna Parkman.

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've found the eyes, Chief.

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 a 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 were saying that if Parkman and a third party were in the room when Fellows 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, whoever's trying to kill you would have to reach you

before you'd contact the district attorney.

It was the first time I passed sentence of death in the courtroom.

It's a kind of morbid custom in courthouses the first time a judge pronounces the death

sentence.

Personnel from other courts, stenographers, bailiffs, clerks, crowd into his 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 judge 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 doesn't need any more motive.

He's already trying to kill me.

You need at least 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 we'll pass 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 spectacular.

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, Miss Lee.

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

Oh, will you please play that role?

Mr. Jones.

Well, let's begin.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Your Honor, you open the session.

A ruling on the defense motion after the state concluded its case.

Oh.

Oh, yes, of course.

With regard to Mr. Coleman's motion for dismissal due to lack of evidence, it is the opinion

of this court, it is...

No, no more.

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

of the Parkman murder trial.

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

On what 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 murder.

You won, Chief.

No, he did.

Our job is still cut out for us.

Mrs. Ironside, bring those units in.

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

see that you all receive full credit for four hours of instruction.

Right.

Thank you, ladies.

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 you.

I'll get the car.

We should get some action now.

That was the idea.

Pity, Miss Parkman?

No, Your Honor.

Respect.

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

Okay.

Everything all right, sir?

Oh, yes, fine.

Surprised, 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.

Lee Anderson just went through the front gate.

One of the patrol cars is staying in contact.

He says 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.

Good night.

Good night.

Debbie?

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.

Hey, baby, I knew you were coming.

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Chief, McIntyre got away.

He got a phone call from his wife.

The elevator goes to the faculty garage.

I'm on my way.

On your way.

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Keep coming, Judge.

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

Now get in here behind the wheel.

You killed Kyle Feathers.

Still McIntyre for the prosecution?

I pulled the trigger.

But Parkman bought the ammunition and the gun.

You were Fellow's own man.

Brought in from the outside.

$200 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 didn't he speak out at the trial?

What would that have accomplished?

Guilty anyhow, wasn't he?

Now get in here behind the wheel.

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All right, I think I understand.

But what... 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.

Tu regrettes?

Oui.

Let's go, Your Honor.

Go.

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Call it.

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I'm 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 prejudice, Bob.

A tortured, lonely girl and an unbalanced plumber

could still be right, and the 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 a 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.

The Court is adjourned.