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(INAUDIBLE)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Uh, you testified, Officer,
that when you found
the defendant J.C. Hornby

in the middle of the street
directing traffic,
he was dead drunk.

Is that correct?

Yes, sir.
Mmm.

What did
the urine test show?

The what?

The urine test.
I mean you took one,
didn't you?

No, sir.

Then what test did you use
for the presence of alcohol?

None, sir.

Officer,
have you ever seen anyone
having an epileptic fit?

No, sir.

Then how do you know
the defendant, Mr. Hornby,
wasn't having one?

How do I know?

Well, he's been convicted
for drunk and disorderly
24 times.

Well, we wouldn't want
to be wrong the 25th time,
now would we?

So because of
the defendant's record

you just assumed
that he was drunk, hmm?

That's right.
You assumed it.

Yes.

If the court pleases,
Webster's Collegiate
Dictionary, page 53.

"To assume,
to take for granted
without proof."

(CLOSES BOOK)

In view of there being
no proof against my client,

I move
the charge be dismissed.

Mr. Petrocelli,

despite this court's
high admiration
for your judicial dexterity,

I not only assume
the defendant was drunk,
I'd bet my life on it.

Seven days.

Seven...

Well, you gotta lose
big to win big, huh?

(CHUCKLES)

Tony, you know that
medical clinic out there
at Baker?

Run by the Harrison boys.

Oh, sure.
I know the place.

Well, Dr. Paul Harrison
has a little problem.

I told him he could do worse
than talk to you.

I promised him
you'd go right out there.

How'd you know I'd be free?

Just a guess.

Thanks, Judge.

Yee-ha!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HONKING)

(HONKING INCESSANTLY)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(CROSSING BELL RINGING)
(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(CATTLE MOOING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(P.A. SYSTEM CHIMES)

WOMAN: Dr. Kelly,
Admitting Room, please.
Calling Dr. Kelly...

Mr. Petroselli?

Mr. Petrocelli's my father.
I'm Tony.

Oh. Paul Harrison.
Doctor.

It's a great place.

(ANNOUNCEMENTS CONTINUE
OVER P.A.)

Come in.

Jack.

Jack.

Mr. Petrocelli's here, Jack.

This is my brother,
Dr. Jack Harrison.

Doctor.

I'd rather
he'd tell you himself
what happened.

(P.A. SYSTEM CHIMES)

Dr. Rance,
Emergency, please.

Dr. Rance, Emergency.

Why don't you start
from where you came
home, Jack?

(LABORIOUSLY) Mmm.

They all arrived
over at my house
around, uh, midnight.

Could you
speak up a little, Jack?

They all arrived
over at my house
around midnight.

All?

Uh-huh. My wife Wilma,
the Greers
and the McCauleys.

We'd been at this party

and I invited them home
afterwards for a nightcap.

I remember lying down
on the couch because

I'd had one hell of a day,
a couple of operations.

I guess I must've
fallen asleep...

FEMALE ETHEREAL VOICE:
Jack! Jack!

...because the next
thing I knew I was

awakened by someone
calling my name.
I think it was Wilma.

It seemed to be
coming from upstairs.

Jack!

It must have been much later,
because it was dark...

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

...and there was
nobody else around,
so, I went upstairs.

As I got to the room
I saw this shape...

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

...form or something,
in the room,
near the bed.

(WOMAN CONTINUES SCREAMING)

No!

And then I must've gotten hit
on the back of the neck
or the head,

I don't know where,
but... I went down.

When I came to...

(DOOR CLOSING)

I heard something downstairs,
so I went down.

It was like a dream because

(STUTTERING) I don't...
I don't remember
anything about it.

And the next thing I knew
I must have been hit again

because
I was lying on the floor.

I went back upstairs,

and I realized that

(STUTTERS) she was dead.

This, uh...
This shape or form
that you talked about,

could you be
a little more specific?

It was almost ghostlike.

(STUTTERS) But I just
can't remember clearly.

(WINCES)

Okay, okay, Jack.

Take it easy.

(WINCES)

The police think
my brother killed her.

Really?

WOMAN OVER P.A.:
Miss Middleton,
calling Miss Middleton...

Fact is
they were never happier.

...report to Dr. Hager
at once.

After five years of marriage
they were finally
gonna have a child.

I think
there's something else
you oughta be aware of.

There's a Detective
Sergeant Moran?

He's in charge
of this case?

He thinks there'll be
sufficient evidence to,
arrest Jack tomorrow.

Under these circumstances,
you'd be prepared
to take on the case?

Doc, does General Motors
sell cars?

(TIRES SCREECH)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Hey!

Hey!

I'm Harrison's lawyer
and that's my investigator.

Hey!

What're you
gonna do with that?

Drink it.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Okay, so let's see
what Moran's got.

When they all
came back from the party,

Jack removed his tuxedo jacket
and put it down over here.

Mmm?
Mmm.

He goes over to the bar,
mixes some drinks,

gets himself a can of beer,
he opens it,

gets his shirt wet,
takes off his shirt,
throws it down over there.

Goes over to the couch,
lies down,
and he falls asleep.

Mrs. McCauley gets
his jacket from over there,

brings it over here
and drapes it over him.

Right?
Right.

Okay. So he's asleep.

He's got on his shoes,
his socks, his pants,
his T-shirt and his jacket.

Why the fashion show?

Moran said so
right there, didn't he?

When he gets here
first thing in the morning,

he finds Harrison's jacket
at the end of the couch,
folded neatly.

Like so.

Moran thinks he was lying
about being asleep,

hearing the screams
and then rushing upstairs.

If you're in
that kind of hurry

you don't take the time
to take off your jacket,

fold it, and lay it
neatly on a couch.

Okay. That's point one
in the police case.

What's Moran
got next, Charlie?

He hears a noise.

Now, he goes up the stairs.

Now the noise is comin'
from the bedroom

here at the top
of the stairs.

Now somewhere,
probably right
around in here...

He was hit from behind
and knocked out.

Mmm-hmm.

And while he's out,
Jack says that his watch
and keys were stolen,

but not the wallet
in his back pocket, huh?

That's police point two.

If someone robbed him,
why not take the wallet?

It had a thousand-dollar
check in it. Next.

Before he's knocked out
he sees somethin' going on
in the bedroom.

A shape or a form
attackin' his wife.

(CATTLE LOWING)

(AIRPLANE WHOOSHING BY)

So they found Wilma
on this side of the bed.

She had nothing on
but her pajama tops pulled
above her breasts, hmm?

Right?
Right.

Okay, so Moran gets F.J.
to examine the bloodstains
and the pillow.

F.J. claims that
he sees the imprint of
a surgical instrument there.

Police point three.

Jack Harrison's a doctor.
Murder weapon's
a surgical instrument, hmm?

What's next?

He comes to
and he hears somethin'
goin' on downstairs.

Mmm.

The noise seems
to be comin' from
the den in there.

Now Jack goes in,

he's knocked out again,

and he wakes up
and his T-shirt's missing.

Mmm, that's point four,
police.

And he told Moran
it must've been ripped off
during a fight,

Moran doesn't buy it.

He thinks there was
blood on it

and that's why
Jack got rid of it.

Because Moran says
you can't rip a T-shirt off
that easily.

Point five.

Desk is ransacked.

Now Moran claims
it's only an attempt
to fake a robbery,

because the drawers
are pulled out, and stacked
one on top of the other.

What thief
stacks drawers that neatly?

Last point,

since there's no sign
of any forced entry
through windows or doors,

Moran is convinced that
whoever killed Wilma,

was in this house
all the time.

And since Wilma
certainly didn't give herself
35 blows to the head,

as far as they're concerned,
our boy Jack did it.

(HORN HONKS)

Hey!
All right, my criminologist.

Okay, what
insurance company you trying
to beat this time?

Me? I've got a house here
you're gonna love
fooling around in.

Robbery?
Mmm-mmm! Murder.

Hmm. Moving up in the world,
aren't we?

How are you, Tony?
Fine.

Sorry, gentlemen,
this house
is now off limits.

TONY: Says who?

Says me.

F.J.

Professor Wyler.
Mr. Petroselli.

"Chelli."

But you do eat
celery, not chelery.

That's very good,
that's very good.

But on the other hand,
you play the cello,
not the sello.

Well, play whatever you like,
but not around here.

You know,

I never went to Harvard,
and I never got me
one of these little things

but I know how it is.

Going through
all of the motions,
to justify a big fat fee.

Hey! I told you
it was off limits!

The can?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Thanks! Do it again!

How'd you know
it was me?

I didn't.

Hey, when did
you put these in?

Five minutes ago.

Five minutes ago.

What a day, hmm?

It's not over yet.

It is for you, baby.

I've gotta work tonight.

You rat.

(HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Don't let it run away, eh?

Striker, you son of a bitch,
you owe me eight bucks,
your team only won by three.

You know my kids
don't eat this week.

Screw you and your kids.

Aw now, some people
really take a bad attitude.

Can I see
my client, please?

All right.

Well, which one?
If I remember correctly

you had about two
or three of 'em in here.

Dr. Jack Harrison,
hospital section.

Should've been picked up
sometime today.

Well, he's not
on this list.

Let me call upstairs,
see if they have
a record of it.

Yeah.

Yeah.
Hey, this is Striker here.

You got a record of
an arrest warrant
on a Dr. Jack Harrison?

Today. Yeah, okay.

Mmm, you see a horse there
you want to choke on tomorrow?

Sure do. Running Ahead
in the sixth at Aqueduct.

Oh, now don't we
feel sporty?

Always, my boy, always.

Yeah. Yeah.
Oh! Uh-huh.

Okay. Yeah, thanks.

They turned down the arrest.

Who turned it down?

The Baker Town Council.

Well, you see, we don't have
any jurisdiction there,
you see.

We were called in
to help out,

and then all we could do
is recommend after that.

Thanks, Carl.

All right. Be cool, my man.

Go chase
another ambulance.

Go chase yourself.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(MEN SINGING CHEERFULLY)

* Go to heaven
but he went the other way

* Drink, chugalug,
chugalug, chugalug

* So, drink,
chugalug, chugalug,
so, drink

* Go to heaven
but he went the other way

* Drink, chugalug,
chugalug, chugalug

* So, drink,
chugalug, chugalug,
so, drink *

Hey, you guys,
meet Tony Petrocelli.

Tony, this is Myron McCauley.
Andy Greer, Mike Peterson.

How are ya?

They're the Town Council
that just voted you
out of a job.

What're you gonna have?

How about, yeah,
a bottle of root beer.

Say, is that
your camper
out there?

Well, yeah. Thanks.
Is that your Rolls?

That's right.

Nice car.

What did you do, Doc,
call the boys and read 'em
the Old Pals Act?

No. Of course not.

Look, Doc, you tell
a couple of old pros

like Moran and F.J.
that their case
isn't good enough,

they'll come up
with a better one.

How?

Doc, a guy's accused
of killing his wife,
they need a motive.

Now what do
you think?

What the...
They couldn't do anything
like that.

Oh, really?

I work with Jack,
he's never been involved
with another woman or...

Look, look, Doc,
all they need is anyone,
any time, anywhere.

Oh. Not Jack.

Not Jack, huh?

What'd, he lose it
in the war?

Hello, puddin'.
What kinda mood's he in?

He's on
his third bottle.

(WHISTLES)

Hello, folks.
Bob Chambers speaking to you
from Baker,

where the brutal murder
of Wilma Harrison
has shocked the entire county.

Baker is a typical
old-fashioned small town
with one exception.

According to
the Internal Revenue Service

there are more millionaires
per capita in Baker than
in any other town in America.

As they prepare
to bury Wilma tomorrow,

the big question tonight is
is somebody in Baker
getting away with murder?

Well, if the Town Council
won't act,

there is someone
who can get
to the bottom of this,

and that man
is our county coroner,
Dr. F.J. Williamson.

Call an inquest, F.J.,
we're right behind ya.

(TURNS OF TV)
Bastard.

Yeah, they didn't even
mention your name.

Staying for supper,
Charlie?

Yeah, why not?

Well, what do you think?

I think I'm gonna
give you a raise, Charlie.

I'll settle for
the 200 you owe me.

One, two, three, four,

tighten your buttocks
and stretch, up.

One, two, three, four,

tighten your buttocks
and stretch, up.

Take a break,
ladies.

Mrs. Fiske?

Well, whoever said
you can always spot a cop
wasn't kidding, was he?

That must've been
the same fella who said
more than a handful is wasted.

I'm Jack Harrison's lawyer
and I'd like to talk to you.

I'll be finished
with my class
in a few minutes.

Hey, you know
Sergeant Moran,
don't you, Charlie?

Sergeant Moran.

You're gettin' in
a little over your head,
aren't you, Petrokelli?

Chelli.

MORAN: Chelli, Kelli,
what the hell difference
does it make?

All wop names
sound the same.

What? What? I can't hear you.

I said all wop names
sound the same.

I still can't hear ya.

Wop.

(GROANS)

You ready?
You wanna try?

I'll let you know
when I'm ready for you.

You know, Petrokelli...

Chelli. Petrocelli.

...your old man must've had
to sell a helluva lotta fruit
to send you through school.

That's right.

He had the biggest
fruit stand in Providence.

Be a damn shame
to see it all
go down the drain.

Sorry to keep you
waiting, gentlemen.

Well, will anyone
else be joining us?

Just about it, honey.

Because I don't
wanna have to
repeat myself.

I have absolutely nothing
to say to anybody
about anything.

So screw off.

Well, Jack, your Mrs. Fiske
does some pretty interesting
exercises herself,

with everything
but her jawbone.

Maybe there was
nothin' to talk about.

Try to convince
my investigator of that.

Going through
Jack's bank statements,

a little check of $2,000
made payable
to a certain Mrs. Fiske,

caught his eye.

And Moran's obviously.

Giving a woman money
doesn't mean anything.

What about
if you check into a motel
with her?

But not Jack, huh?

I told him to lie to you.

If it got out that
I was having an affair
with a patient,

I think you know what would
happen to our practice.

Well, we'll find out
about that tomorrow at
the inquest, Jackie-boy.

Because when F.J.
asks you about Mrs. Fiske,

you are going to admit
to sleeping with 'er.

She won't talk.

You want to gamble
your practice
against your neck?

It's your ass.

(HAWKER TALKING)

(OVER SPEAKERS)
Isn't it true
that you wanted a divorce

in order to marry
Mrs. Alice Fiske

and your wife
wouldn't agree?

Not true.

Well, then why
did you give Mrs. Fiske
the $2,000?

She was a friend.

Are you that generous
with all your friends?

She was moving
into the city
to open a health studio.

Why did she leave?

I don't know.
Why don't you ask her?

Didn't you encourage her
to leave Baker

because your wife
had become suspicious?

Absolutely not.

So, you gave her the money
to open a health studio?

That's true.

And not to
divorce her husband?

Absolutely not.

Then why did Mrs. Fiske
pay a $2,000 retainer to
a well-known divorce lawyer?

I don't know.

So Mrs. Fiske
was just a friend,

is that what
you're trying to tell us?

Yes.

Would that rule out
going to bed with her,

engaging
in sexual intercourse?

Objection!

This is not
a court of law,
Mr. Petroselli.

You have
no legal position here.

My client has
a constitutional right
to counsel.

Not here he hasn't.
Now do you sit down
or do I put you out of here?

PEOPLE: Sit down!
Sit down! Sit down!

Now answer the question.

What was it?

Would you read
my last question?

Would that rule out
going to bed with her,

engaging in
sexual intercourse.

Well? Answer the question.

I did not.

Thank you, Dr. Harrison,
that'll be all.

Call Mrs. Alice Fiske.

HAWKER: Peanuts!
Peanuts! Hot dogs!

(INAUDIBLE)

You are Mrs. Alice Fiske?

I am.

Do you know
Dr. Jack Harrison?

I do.

Were you a patient of his?

I was.

Did you have
intimate sexual relations
with him?

Yes.

What did you say?
I said yes.

F.J.: Thank you, Mrs. Fiske.
That'll be all.

I guess
that's that, huh?

If swingin' around
makes you guilty of murder,

then 99% of
the male population'd
be behind bars.

What about
the other 1%?

That's me, baby.

MALE NEWSCASTER:
And Dr. Jack Harrison is now
being held in county jail

after the Baker Town Council
ordered his arrest.

The price of meat
rose yesterday...

(TURNS OFF TV)

Morning, Scotty.

Morning, Tony.

Ah, at least I see
we're gonna agree
on one thing.

What's that?

We use the same brand.

Will you hang onto this?
Sure, Mr. Scott.

Get out of here.

You know
Detective Sergeant Moran,
don't you?

Just what I need
is a detective.

Got a client around here
I can't seem to find.

Try the Bureau
of Missing Persons?

Isn't this it?

I'll be with you
in a moment, Sergeant.

All right.

You nervous?
Should I be?

First time, isn't it?

You gotta lose it
sooner or later, Scotty.

Ah, so you think
you're ready to move out
of Municipal court.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, you know
you're not gonna beat this one
with a urine test.

I didn't beat
that one either.

I think it's clear enough
what happened, Tony.

Harrison wakes up
in the middle of the night,

and he's in that condition
that's common to men
on awakening.

Now that is urinary.

Hmm? Oh.

So I find it quite natural
to believe,

that Harrison
would go upstairs to where
his wife lay sleeping,

to claim his conjugal rights.

(SNORING)

(SOFTLY) Hey. Hey.

What's the matter?

You were snoring.

Oh. Oh, sorry, Jack.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

Jack, I'm tired.

Don't be ridiculous.

Come on, Jack,
for Christ's sake,
will ya leave me alone!

Why don't you go sleep
with Mrs. Fiske!

(GROANS)

Oh, you know that story,
Tony, it's practically
a national anthem.

You want me to
stand up and salute?

If you get Jack to
tell us that kind of story,

I'll give you
Manslaughter.

And if he doesn't?

We skip the preliminary,
go direct to the Grand Jury,

get an indictment for
First Degree Murder.

Then why the offer?

Been watching
Bob Chambers?

Yeah, now and then.

Then isn't it quite evident
that this is the kind of case

that's gonna provide
endless fodder

for mental masturbation
and precious little
for legal satisfaction?

Why, you lazy old bastard,
you.

You're worried that this
trial is gonna run over
into the fishing season, huh?

Go to mama.

Sit down, why don't ya?

When are they gonna let me
have some sleep?

Soon.

Yeah, I know, they itch
a bit at first but you'll...
You'll get used to it.

Sure.

Look, I've got the D.A.
outside,

now he's willing to accept
a plea of Manslaughter.

It could mean a year
inside or maybe nothing,

if we work on
temporary insanity.

So you think I killed her.

I didn't say that.

Then why the offer?

Because I'm obliged
to inform you of it.

And you think
I should take it?

It's a pretty good offer.

If I did it.

If you did it.

Did I?

Look, Jack, I don't keep
cats and dogs in the house
because they eat too much,

little children
bore the pants off me,

when I go to a ball game
I root for the visitors,

I've never sent
a Christmas card,

I don't cry
at weddings and funerals,

and I'd cheat on my wife
if I had the time.

Okay, okay,
I get the picture.
You're one solid block of ice.

With one soft spot.

You're innocent
until someone proves to me
that you're guilty.

CHAMBERS:
The Harrison brothers

run the most successful
private clinic in the county.

There are many rumors
as to what contributed
to that success.

Time and again
that same ugly word
comes up.

Of course I've heard
that figure
of 200,000 a year.

But I haven't asked
Dr. Harrison what he does
to earn it.

MALE REPORTER:
The murder weapon they're
searching for, Sergeant,

we've heard talk about
a surgical instrument.

Figures, doesn't it?
He's a doctor.

I stopped going to Dr. Jack

because it seemed to me
no matter what the complaint,

you always had to
get undressed.

Yes, I was Dr. Harrison's
fourth grade teacher.

A very good pupil,
I remember,

but always with that
little tendency to lie.

Sure, he used the name Jones,
Elroy T. Jones.

This was the lady all right,
Mrs. Jones.

(ALL MURMURING)

Now, Mr. Canon,
do you still say

you've formed
no opinions whatsoever
about this case?

You bet I do.

Mr. Canon, do you read?

You bet.

Do you read
the morning papers?

Well, I don't
exactly read 'em

but sometimes
I just look at the
headlines and then I...

Mmm-hmm.

...I read the sports
section sometimes.

The morning papers?
The evening paper too?

Well, we, I get two papers.
I get one in the mornin',
one in the evenin'.

Here's a morning paper.
Did you ever see this?

Yeah, I saw that.
Read it?

No I didn't read it
but I looked at
the headline, yeah.

See the headlines,
see the picture?

Yeah, I saw the picture
and the headline,
but I read the sports section.

How about this paper,
how about this one?
Evening paper.

Yeah, I saw that one.
Did you read it too?

Yeah.
Did you read this?

No, I just looked
at the headline.

All right,
what about this one?

Yeah, you bet,
I looked at that one too.

Read the sport
page in this too?

No, in that one
I read the funny papers.

All right, how about this one?
Yeah, I saw that one too.

That one too, huh?
You bet, you bet.

I see. But you just looked
at the headlines.

Yeah.
Ah-ha, I see.

Tell me, Mr. Canon,
you still say you've formed
no opinions about the case?

You bet I don't, I don't.

Okay, Mr. Canon, tell me,
if you're selected
for jury duty,

would you tell the court
who's gonna
look after your store?

Yeah, my sister.
I told her how important
this case was.

I mean when
you got a doctor
who kills his wife.

You bet.

Challenge for cause.

On what basis?

Prejudice against my client.

Quote, when a doctor
kills his wife, unquote.

May I, Your Honor?

Go ahead, Mr. Scott.

Mr. Canon,
would you tell the court
what you meant by that?

You bet I will.

(STUTTERING)
What I really meant
was accused.

Accused of
killin' his wife.

Yeah, accused.

SCOTT: Would you take
your seat over there,
please?

Your Honor, at this time
I'd like to move

that the court take some steps
to protect my client

from the prejudicial publicity
attendant to this trial.

I cite as my authority
Hawthorne v.
the State of North Dakota,

513, 216,
Supreme Court 43,
and Rawlins v...

Just a minute, Counselor.

Are you suggesting
that I muzzle the press?

No, I'm not, Your Honor.

Need I remind you
that freedom of the press

is specifically guaranteed
by the First Amendment
of the Constitution.

Motion denied.

Then I move for
a change of venue.

On what grounds?

Because it's absolutely
impossible for my client
to receive a fair trial here.

A fair trial, Counselor,
is the responsibility
of this court.

Motion denied.

Then I move
for sequestering the jury to
prevent further contamination.

It seems to me
the basis of
our judicial system

is the inherent honesty
of our citizens.

Motion denied.

Then I have no alternative

but to move
for the disqualification
of the entire panel,

and I cite as my authority
Melvin v. the United States,
217, 38, Supreme Court 806...

Your Honor.

Your Honor, my young
brother's acquaintance
with judicial opinion...

(EXCLAIMS)

...awe-inspiring,
just remarkable.

Really. It's extraordinary,
it's most impressive,
most impressive.

But, Your Honor,

may I suggest to him that
his record could be protected
and brevity served

if he just took
a running objection to the
whole of these proceedings.

Well, I am indeed
indebted to my older

and more experienced brother
for his advice,

and I hope it will not be
out of order for me

in turn to suggest
that he take a running
objection himself.

RUTH: And finally,
ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

you have a unique position
in our society.

No one else can wipe out
a human life.

Make that
"lawfully wipe out
a human life."

No one else
can lawfully...

Mmm-hmm.

...wipe out a human life.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Okay. Type that up
first thing
in the morning.

(SIREN WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

OVER P.A.:
Step out of your car!

You heard the man.

Come on! Move!

Let's go, uh?

All right, both of you,
hands on
the cab of the car!

Come on, fella,
put 'em up there!

(INDISTINCT TALKING
OVER POLICE RADIO)

Where's the fire, boy?

TONY:
I wouldn't do that.

We'll check this.

OFFICER: Car 61, we have
an Anthony Peetroselli?

Attorney?

621 Main. I'll hold on.

Put those hands back up there!
I'll tell you
when to put 'em down!

(RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES)

OFFICER: 10-4.

Put your hands down now.
Watch those fires, boy.

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

You can put your
hands down now. Okay.

Next time I'm gonna
let 'em frisk ya.

Promise?

Looks like
somebody's put out an order

to nail a certain
male Caucasian
with a big nose.

Okay, baby, it's simple.

From now on
no more jaywalking,

running through red lights,
spitting on the sidewalk.

Be approaching courthouse
in approximately 15 seconds.

What do you think?

About what?
About putting me on the stand.

I'm not.
How come?

I don't need you.

Are you sure?
Mmm-hmm.

The only witnesses I need
are Scotty's.

Move it back.
Move it back.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Stick around,
you'll find out.

MAN: Tony, just a second!
Tony, Tony!

"Then I went to
the hospital and told him,

quote, I think you
killed your wife,

in fact I know
you did, unquote."

SCOTT: Thank you, Sergeant.
Cross-examine.

I'm very sorry, Your Honor.

I'm ready for you now,
Sergeant.

Sergeant, you testified
that you don't believe

that Jack Harrison
was hit from behind
at the top of the stairs.

May I?

Rather was, injured by a blow
from his wife as she fought
for her life, hmm?

That's right.

Really?

What school did you study
medicine at, Sergeant?

School of
hard knocks, Counselor.

After 25 years on the Force,
you learn to smell out
the fakers.

Is that how
you also decided that
the robbery was faked?

By smell?

It stunk to high heaven.

Why?

Anybody rifling a desk
doesn't pull out drawers and
then stack them neatly on top.

That sense of
smell again, huh?

No, that sense of
experience again.

Sergeant, I'm gonna show you
some photographs

taken by the Robbery Detail
of your Sheriff's Department.

Thanks, dear.

Here's a bedroom,
drawers are pulled out
of the bureau.

Now how would you say
they were stacked?

Neatly?

Well, that depends.

What does
your nose tell you?

Objection.

I wish my brother
would spare us
his comedy efforts.

Your Honor, I wish
the State could
spare us a detective

who reaches conclusions
by means of his
nasal passages.

JUDGE: Objection sustained.

Ah, ladies and gentlemen,

these photographs
are going to be
passed around to you,

and I want you all
to decide for yourselves

if our city cannot take
great pride

in the neatness
of its burglars.

Mr. Canon.

You want me
to pass these out?

You bet.

Then let's move on,
Sergeant, shall we?

From the neatly
stacked drawers
to a neatly folded jacket.

Uh, would you
repeat the theory about that?

If I or you were
asleep and we heard
screams...

Let's not discuss me.
You are on the
stand, Sergeant.

All right.

If I were asleep
and I heard screams,

I wouldn't take the time
to remove my jacket,

fold it neatly and
put it on the couch.

Oh, excuse me, Sergeant,
your collar button
is undone.

What?

Well, it's hot in here,
Counselor.

Well, didn't you know
that you'd unbuttoned it?

As I said,
it is hot in here.

Then you don't know
that Jack Harrison
didn't wake up,

take off his jacket,
fold it, place it neatly
at the end of the couch

and then go back to sleep
without even realizing it,
hmm?

I can't hear ya.

I didn't say anything.

That's obvious.

Now before I forget, Sergeant,

aren't you the gentleman
who remarked earlier

that since there was
no sign of forced entry

that the murderer
was already in the house?

That's what I said.

Well, you know it seems to me

that someone invented
a new-fangled gadget
to get into houses.

Oh? What's that?

A key.

How many suspects
do you have
in this case, Sergeant?

Just one.
One.

Is that usual
for a murder case?

In this kind.
What kind is that?

Between a husband and wife.

We get 'em mostly
on Saturday nights.

A little booze, a fight,
somebody picks up a gun
or a knife.

For that kind of a murder,
where there's no mystery about
what happened, well, we...

Well, we've got a name.

What do you call it?

Oh, come now, Sergeant,
we're all over 21.

Chicken shit.

Is that why you failed
to conduct a full-scale
investigation of this case?

And is that a question,
Counselor?

Never mind, Sergeant.
Your testimony today
has already answered it.

Sit down, Sergeant,
I'm not finished
with you yet.

Remove your shirt
and jacket, please?

Do what!
Objection.

Yes, I'd like to know
the point of that, Counselor.

Well, it's very simple,
Your Honor.

This witness rejected
my client's statement

that his T-shirt
was ripped off
during a fight,

claiming
it was impossible.

I intend to challenge him.

JUDGE:
Is it really necessary?

Well, not if this witness
will retract his statement.

JUDGE: Do you wish
to do that?

I do not.

JUDGE: Objection overruled.
Remove your shirt and jacket.

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

Atta boy, Sergeant.

Would... Would you
just step down here, please?

I'll be glad to, Counselor.

I think if we moved
down over here...

MORAN:
What the hell is that!

SCOTT: Is this the pillowcase
you removed from
Wilma Harrison's bed?

F.J.: It is.

Now does the pattern
of blood on it here
suggest anything to you?

The imprint of
a surgical instrument.

Must of been
put down on the pillow
right about there.

Thank you.

So you, uh, you see

the imprint
of a surgical instrument
there, do you?

Yes. That's what I testified.

Well, let's assume
that Jack Harrison

wasn't a doctor but
rather a fisherman
or a mechanic.

Would you then see
the imprint of a fishing rod
or a pair of pliers?

SCOTT: Objection.

Argumentative,
conjecture.

JUDGE: Sustained.

Would you give us
the name of the instrument?

F.J.: It's one that is used
in bone surgery.

Doctor, I have
some catalogues here
of surgical instruments.

Now if you'll give
us the name,

we'll look it up
and see if it fits.

Cast spreader.

Cast spreader.

Now does a cast spreader
fit the impression
on the pillow?

No.

Then why did you say
it was a cast spreader?

Because a lot of
these instruments
are very similar.

Have you tried to
see if they fit?

Yes.
And do they?

No, they don't.

But a lot of these surgeons
have their own instruments
specially made.

Well, have you checked
to see whether Jack Harrison
had any specially made?

We sure did.

And did he?

Not that we can find out.

Yet in your opinion the
imprint on the pillow was made
by a surgical instrument?

That's right.
That is my opinion.

Well, I guess
everybody's entitled to
an opinion, Doctor.

While we're
in the realm of opinions,

besides her being dead,
what about Wilma Harrison?

What about her?
Was she raped?

It didn't look like it
to me.

It didn't?

Well, when you
first saw her,

weren't her legs
spread apart, half nude,

pajama tops pulled
above her breasts?

That's correct.

And you don't think
that might indicate rape?

Well, what you've
just described

could be consistent with
normal sexual intercourse.

I'd be very interested
in your definition
of "normal," Doctor.

He could've killed
her, afterwards.

We're not interested
in what could've happened,
but what did happen.

Now when you found her,
and you examined her,

did you find any evidence
that would indicate rape?

I did not.
No evidence?

Well, I didn't carry out
that kind of examination.

Then we'll never know for sure
that she was not raped.

No, not for sure.

Do you know anything
for sure, Doctor?

Objection.
Sustained.

Before this case, Doctor,

had you ever heard
of the Harrisons
and their hospital?

Everybody knows about them.

What do they know?

Well, that...
That they're very successful.

What do you earn a year,
Doctor?

12,500.
Mmm-hmm.

What do you think
the Harrisons' income is?

A helluva lot more.

You jealous
of their success?

Jealousy's the wrong word.

Resent?

That is also
the wrong word.

Give us the right one.

I have no envy,
or anything else
against the Harrisons.

And if people want to
throw away their money
on fancy medicine,

well, it's up to them.

You wanted to get
the Harrisons,
didn't you, hmm?

Objection. Argumentative.

Sustained.

Would you tell the court
what time you arrived
at the scene of the murder?

8:30 in the morning.

When was
the autopsy done?

Later in the day.

When did you visit
Jack in the hospital?

12:15.

When did you get
the results
of the blood test?

Five that afternoon.

And what time
did you receive a copy
of the police report?

Just after seven
that night.

Yet at 10:00 that morning,
after just an hour and a half
at the scene of the murder,

you were reported
to have said,

and I have signed affidavits
from three witnesses,

quote, we know who did it,
let's get him, unquote!

Now how the hell
did you have the nerve
to say a thing like that?

SCOTT: Objection!

JUDGE: Once more, Counselor,
I'm going to have to
hold you in contempt.

I'm through with him.

Alice Fiske?
Yes.

Is that Miss or Mrs.?
Mrs.

Mrs.

Well, Mrs. Fiske,
are you acquainted with
the defendant Jack Harrison?

Yes.

Could you tell the court
how you know him?

When I used to live in Baker
he was my doctor.

You were a patient of his?
Yes.

How many times
did you visit him
in that capacity?

Twice.

What was your problem?

My problem?

What was wrong with you?

Oh, well,
some female trouble.

Gynecological?
Yes.

All right, Mrs. Fiske,
suppose you tell us what
happened at that first visit.

Well, the nurse
showed me into a cubicle,

I took off my clothes,
put on a robe
and the doctor came in.

The doctor?

Jack.

Dr. Harrison.

Oh, Jack, yes, I'm sorry.
Go ahead.

Well, the doctor
came into the room,
he examined me,

I got a prescription
and left.

Did you remove
the robe?

Well, now, he couldn't
very well of examined me
with it on.

Well, now, Mrs. Fiske,
you're gonna
have to excuse me.

I'm...
I'm not exactly an expert
in these matters.

But is it usual for a woman
to disrobe completely

for a gynecological
examination?

Well, this was
more than that.

I'd been reading an article
about cancer and I asked
to be checked for lumps.

What was the nurse doing
during this time?

She wasn't there.

Oh.

When did she leave?

Well, when the doctor
came into the room

he noticed it was
near bank-closing time

so, I don't know,
he needed something
or the other done

and he sent her
to the bank.

I see.

So when you got undressed,

and throughout the course
of the examination,
there was no nurse present,

that right?

Yes.

Did Dr. Harrison
during the course
of the examination

make any personal remarks
to you?

Not that
I can remember.

How about when you
took your robe off?

Did he make
any comment at all?

Well, he did say
that I appeared to be
in perfect health.

But he made
no personal remark
of any kind?

None.

Did he ask you
for a date?

Of course not.

But you did see him again,
didn't you?

Yes, 10 days later,
I had to go back to see
if the medication had worked.

Did he ask you
for a date then?

A drink.

What's that?

I said he asked me
if I'd like to have
a drink with him.

And of course you did?

Yes.

Where did you have
this drink?

Well, there...
There's a place a few miles
outside of Baker.

Isn't that a motel?

Yes, but it's also
a restaurant and bar.

Oh, yes. That's the bar
where you worked
as a hostess, isn't it?

Yes.

And wasn't it there,
in one of the motel rooms,

that you were first intimate
with Dr. Harrison?

Yes.

I won't ask
if a nurse was present.

Objection!

JUDGE: Sustained.

All right,
Mrs. Fiske,

would you tell us
when was the first time

that Jack Harrison told you
he wanted to divorce his wife
and marry you?

I guess it was
about the third time
we were together.

Did he mention it
on more than one occasion?

Yes.

About how many times
would you say?

Objection. I don't see
how this is relevant.

Your Honor, since the State
contends that Jack Harrison
murdered his wife

in order to marry
Alice Fiske,

I'm... I'm trying to
establish the fact

that his attitude
was not just momentary
or frivolous,

it was the subject
of serious,
frequent conversation.

Overruled.

Well, Mrs. Fiske,

how many times
would you say?

At least a dozen.

Well, you've already
attested to the fact

that you used that $2,000
that Jack Harrison gave you

to hire a lawyer
to get a divorce,
is that right?

Yes.
Did you get a divorce?

Yes.
When was it final?

I don't remember.

Why, Mrs. Fiske!

Wasn't it six days
before Wilma Harrison
was murdered?

If you say so.

Well, the records say so.

Thank you.

Cross-examine.

Uh, Mrs. Fiske,
have you ever been
known as "Easy Alice"?

I would hope not.

Well, wasn't Jack Harrison
treating you for
a venereal disease?

Trich isn't
a venereal disease.

Well, you get it
the same way, don't you?

Objection.

Mrs. Fiske is not
a qualified medical expert,

that's an
improper question.

Very well then,
I'll withdraw it.

Now, Mrs. Fiske,
besides your husband
and Jack Harrison,

have you ever had
sexual relations
with any other men?

Objection.

Is that
a pertinent question,
Counselor?

Well, I do have something
in mind if the court
will allow me to continue.

Overruled.
Get on with it.

Oh, will you
answer the question,
Mrs. Fiske?

I've been around.

I'm sorry.

I said
I've been around!

Well, without
getting into specifics,

would you say
you've known a great
number of men?

Depends on what
you mean by "great."

Objection.

Frankly I can't
see the relevance of
this kind of questioning.

Well, I'm trying to
bring out, Your Honor,

that in the area of
male-female relations,

Mrs. Fiske
is a qualified expert.

If I concede that,
will you get onto
another road?

Yes, Your Honor.

Very well, the jury
will regard
this testimony expert.

Now you just testified
that on at least
a dozen occasions

Jack Harrison spoke to you
about divorcing his wife
and marrying you.

Yes.

Now, other than
the first time,
which you just told us about,

can you remember
any of the circumstances
of the other times?

What do you mean?

Well,

were you walking in the park?
Were you sitting
at the soda fountain?

I don't remember.

Well, now, surely
you'd remember
at least one other occasion

when this
conversation occurred.

Were you in
the motel room perhaps?

Perhaps.

Would you tell the court
what you were doing
at the time?

Were you in bed
together?

We might've been.

Well, were you?
Or weren't you?

We were.

Mmm-hmm.

And isn't it true,
Mrs. Fiske,

that every time
Jack Harrison spoke to you

about divorcing his wife
and marrying you,

you were in bed,

engaged in the coital act?

I guess so.

Now, Alice,
in your expert opinion,

would you say that
men invariably say
things in bed

in the heat of passion,

that have no reality at all
once that passion
has subsided?

They'll say anything.

Anything.

So you really never believed
that Jack Harrison
would marry you, did you?

Oh, I wanted to.

Mrs. Fiske,
why'd you quit your job
and then move into the city?

Jack said...

He said, "It's all over,

"I don't want to
see you anymore."

I just wanted to get away.

Now when he gave
you the $2,000,

did he know
it was for a divorce?

No, he thought it was
for the health studio.

Well, if it was all over,

why did you even bother
getting a divorce, Alice?

I wanted to be free,
just in case
he changed his mind.

Uh, did he?

I couldn't even get him
on the telephone.

When was the last time that
you had seen Jack Harrison
before the inquest?

Six months before.

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

Thank you, Mrs. Fiske.
(GAVEL BANGS)

And thank you
for your witness, Mr. Scott.

Mmm.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

JUDGE: You may step down.
Call your next
witness, Mr. Scott.

Your Honor,
that's the case
for the State.

JUDGE: Very well.

I take it that
the Defense will be ready
first thing in the morning

to present its case,
Mr. Petroselli?

Your Honor,

that's chelli, Petro-celli.

So, ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

the Defense has called
no witnesses

because Mr. Scott's witnesses
have presented our case,

which is that
the State has no case at all.

Okay, type that up.

Jimmy, I'll call
you back.

Well?

Well, everything's all set
for the victory dinner.

We got the upstairs room
at Jimmy's Bar
and we got the grub.

Now, the only problem is,
if for any reason
you should want to cancel.

Jimmy don't wanna
get stuck tryin' to push
all that champagne...

(PHONE RINGING)

...onto his regular
muscatel-for-lunch bunch.

So, uh, what do you
want to do?

RUTH: Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.

Order it.

Let's check
something out here.

He's right here,
I'll tell him.

You're welcome.

That was Striker.

What's he worried about,
the five bucks I owe him?

No. About your client.
What's up?

Jack's been making a fuss
about seeing you.

Okay, I'll speak to him
first thing in the morning.

Jack told Striker to tell you
that if you're not there
within 10 minutes,

he's going to be
looking for a new lawyer.

Son of a bitch!

You owe me a T-shirt.

There's still
a hundred shopping days
till Christmas.

How's a guy supposed to
get inside?

He's not.

I got business in there.

What do you want me to do?
I didn't tell Chambers
to set up here.

Well, I figured
with a few of your boys,
y'know, we could push through.

You push them
and they're gonna
start pushin' you back.

You know,
it's my responsibility

to protect the public
safety around here.

And I'm one of the public.

That's right, Counselor.

Okay, Mother.

(PEOPLE PROTESTING)

OFFICER: I'm sorry
to interrupt the show
here, folks.

MAN: It's Tony.
Cut it, Harry, cut it!
We'll pick it up later.

Tony!
(GRUNTING)

Thanks for messin' up
my show, Petroselli.

Take a walk.

Yeah, Petrocelli,
whatever the hell
your name is.

CHAMBERS ON TV:
We have lost the video portion
of our telecast...

All right, Striker,
give me his hand
and I'll hold it.

Well, hooray for Mama.

What are the odds
tonight?

After today I'm giving
two to one for acquittal.

After that slight commotion
we now continue
with our trial round-up

outside
the historic jailhouse,

where wife-slayer
Jack Harrison awaits his fate.

After Petroselli's
cross-exami...

Celli. Petrocelli.

Yes.

After his cross-examination
of Mrs. Fiske,

do you think
the State's motive
will still stand up?

Why shouldn't it?

Well, if they
hadn't seen each other
for the last six months...

Well, now,
if you're planning
a murder like this,

it'd only be clever
to create the impression

that the other woman
is out of the picture.

I don't suppose
the jury saw that.

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,

Bob Chambers and his
Introspection of the News will
continue in just a moment.

Don't you worry
about the jury,
let the State do that.

Oh, sure.

Look, Jack, you're not on
trial for perjury or adultery
or having over-loyal friends.

You're on trial for murder
and the State's
got to prove it.

Now the reason Scott's
shooting off his mouth

is because he knows
he can't prove it.

When he gets up to make
his closing statement

his pants are
going to be down,

in spite of everything
that's happened,

that jury's going to
have to recognize a bare ass
when they see one.

Now what's so urgent?

I've been giving it
a lot of thought.

What?
Going on the stand.

I thought I made
it clear to you

that the judge
will instruct the jury

that defendant's failure
to testify on his own behalf

will not
be held against him.

Yeah. Well, I don't care
what the judge tells them.

Now look, you may be right,
you may have this case
beat but how do I beat it?

How do I get a patient
to ever set foot
inside of my office again?

And for Christ sake,
they think I spent
my whole life in bed!

Oh, I see, and I...

You want me to put you on
the stand and make out you're
some kind of a Boy Scout!

I don't care
how you do it!

Look, Jack,
I know how to do that,

but when I
get finished with you,
Scotty gets his turn.

Well, he doesn't
frighten me.

Oh, doesn't he?
No.

Well, let me tell you
something, Jack.

He may wear suits
that are so old
they're back in style now

but he scares the hell
outta me.

He's a drowning man
and they hold on tight.

I'll take my chances.

And if I tell you
to go screw yourself?

You got my message.
I'll get a new boy.

Okay, Jack.

I'll go ahead
with the Boy Scout routine.

Now let me get outta here,
will you?

TONY: Well, numerous studies
have been made of

the frequency of intercourse
among married couples.

In your age range,
the average
is three times a week.

Now what would you say
your average was?

Once or twice a month.

As a doctor,
do you have an explanation?

Yes.

Wilma had
a mental block,

it was the result
of a bad experience
that she'd had as a child.

Did you discuss it
with her?

Yes, many times,
but it didn't help.

What was her attitude
when she became pregnant?

Well, it seemed
to change.

Was she less frigid?

Yes. She seemed to
find justification
for the sexual act.

Is that when
Mrs. Fiske moved away?

That's right.
I told her I couldn't
see her any more.

Now your relationship
with Mrs. Fiske,

would you say
it was purely physical?

I suppose so.

And once things
started to improve at home,
you had no more need?

That's correct.

Why did you stay with Wilma
all those years, Jack?

Because we were happy
and I loved her.

You were happy?

Yes. You see, there's more
to the relationship
between a man and a woman

than the physical.

I felt that given time
and patience Wilma would
overcome her problem.

So you were
going to be a father,

your relationship
with your wife was
becoming increasingly normal,

you loved her,
you were a happy man.

Yes.

Did you kill Wilma, Jack?

No, I did not.

Cross-examine.

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Now, Dr. Harrison,

will you forgive me
for just a minute?

Well...

(CLEARS THROAT)

Now, sir,

did you take an oath
at the inquest
to tell the truth?

Yes.

But you didn't
tell the truth, did you?

No, I didn't.
No...

Did you take an oath
in this courtroom?

Yes.

Does your oath
mean anything to you, Doctor?

TONY: Objection.

JUDGE: Sustained.

So you testified
that you and Wilma,

despite your
physical difficulties,
were quite happy.

Yes, that's true.

Well, I'd like you to tell
the court now whether you and
your wife ever had a fight.

A fight?
Yeah.

Oh, look,
let's not quibble
about words.

A quarrel, domestic dispute,
did you ever argue
over anything?

Yes, of course we did.
What?

Well, you know,
the usual silly things.

Like, I would, uh,
tell her I hated avocado,

and the first thing
she'd put in the salad
was avocado.

Avocado in the salad.

Well, did you, uh,

ever fight over women?
How about them?

I suppose so.

You suppose so.

Well, you know,
we'd go to a party
and she might think

that I spent too much
time talking to someone,
something like that.

Uh-huh. And did you?

Did I what?

Did you have sexual relations
with other women
besides Mrs. Fiske?

Yes.

Did your wife know?

I don't think so.

Well, now, Dr. Harrison,
isn't it a fact

that one night
your wife picked up a knife
and threatened

to go after a certain female
and amputate
a part of her anatomy?

Why, you seem to
know more about that
than I do.

TONY: Objection.
Hearsay.

No, there's no
hearsay about it,

I've got sworn statements
from two witnesses
who were there.

TONY: Very well then,
I will withdraw
the objection.

Now, Dr. Harrison,

do you remember
it now?

Yes.

Did you and Wilma
have a fight
when you got home that night?

Not a fight,
I just told her to stop
behaving like a child.

What happened then?

I don't know, I...
I can't remember.

Oh, golly, Dr. Harrison,
I'm gonna have to refresh
your memory again.

You see, I've got a witness

who saw your wife
running out of the house,
holding a bread knife,

running out to her car
and shouting,
"I'm gonna cut them off!"

Don't you remember that?

Yes.

And do you remember
what you did?

Yes, I ran after
her and I grabbed her
and I slapped her.

Well, she was raving on
like a lunatic
and she was drunk.

Oh, you hit her?

I slapped her.

Did you ever hit her
on any other occasion?

Oh, I slapped her
a few times,
doesn't everyone?

Well, not everyone.

Did this kind of incident
happen on more
than one occasion?

Yes, I suppose so.

Well, now golly, Doctor,

you see, if you loved her
so much,

why did you do the things
that you knew
would irritate her?

I certainly didn't
do it intentionally.

Wasn't it
because down deep

you really
hated your wife?

Now that's a lie.

How did you feel
the day Mrs. Fiske's divorce
became final?

I didn't feel anything
because I didn't know.

Well, isn't it true
that she called you
that day?

Well, she called
the hospital
but I didn't talk to her.

Yeah, but your brother did?
Yes.

And she told your brother
she was free.

Didn't your brother
tell you what she said?

He might have
told me in passing,
I don't know.

And if he did,
it just went in one ear
and right out the other.

Oh, did it?
Yeah.

Or did it make staying
with Wilma
all the more unbearable?

TONY: Objection.

JUDGE: Sustained.

Dr. Harrison,
you attended a party
with your wife

at the Petersons
on the night of the murder.

Yes.

Later you invited the Greers
and McCauleys back to your
house for a little nightcap.

Well, we've got
their statements.

When they left an hour later,
you were fast asleep
on the couch.

Yeah. Do you, uh...

Do you always fall asleep
when you invite people
back to your home?

It was a very hard day.
I was... I was very tired.

Yeah, well,
why did you invite the Greers
and the McCauleys back?

I really don't know.
Habit I guess.

Isn't it true that
you invited them back

so that they could
testify later that
they left you sleeping?

So that you could maintain
that you slept all the while
until you heard Wilma scream?

Didn't you invite the
Greers and the McCauleys
back for an alibi?

That's not so.

You were desperate,
weren't you, Jack?

To avoid suspicion,

you hadn't been
able to see Mrs. Fiske
for six months.

But now
the divorce was final,

and you couldn't wait
any longer.

So after
your guests left...

(SNORING)

(WILMA MOANS)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING STOPS)

Then you effectively got rid
of the murder weapon.

Isn't that the way
it happened, Jack?

That's a God damned lie.

Re-examine?

Mr. Scott cannot say
what he just did.

Well, make an objection
and I'll tell the jury
to disregard it.

And pretend
they didn't hear it?

Now how do you suggest
they un-hear it?

Now are you
going to declare a mistrial

or let an Appeal Court
make an idiot out of you?

Is this a threat?

Hold me in contempt.

And give you a mistrial?

Now if you have an objection,
make it.

Objection.

Sustained.

The jury will disregard
Mr. Scott's last remarks.

No further questions.

Re-examine.

Jack, if a doctor
wanted to kill his wife
and get away with it,

how do you think
he would do it?

There are a number of drugs
which could
cause a heart attack

and still be
scientifically undetectable.

Thank you.

You may step down.
Call your next witness,
Counselor.

The Defense rests,
Your Honor.

JUDGE: All right,
shortly we'll take a break,

and we'll hear
your closing arguments.

Let's hope we can
get this to the jury
by tonight.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury...

Charlie's fixed it
with Wyler,
we've got him on ice,

and that's the petition
for access.

Good.
I'll file this as soon as
the verdict's in.

Now what about
the students?

It's all set.
They'll be in the office
in the morning.

Okay. When today's
pages are finished,

I want a complete
manuscript and
I want you to Xerox one copy.

The verdict's not in yet
and you're going to start
working on an appeal?

Going to?
I started when you decided
to take the stand.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Are you ready?
You bet.

You've reached a verdict?

You bet, Your Honor.

JUDGE: Bailiff.

"We, the jury,
find the defendant,
Jack Harrison,

"not guilty of
Murder in the First Degree."

(COUGHING)

Excuse me.

But we find the defendant,
Jack Harrison, guilty of
Murder in the Second Degree.

Jack Harrison, will you
come up here please?

Is there anything
you wish to say
before I pass sentence?

I'm not guilty.

Unfortunately the jury
doesn't agree with you.

It is now the judgment of
this court that you be taken
to the state penitentiary,

there to remain
for the rest of your life.

Get him out of here.

Now, if there's
no further business...

TONY: Your Honor.

I, uh, I have here
a petition for access.

Mr. Scott, have you
any objection to turning over
the Harrison house?

The Harrison house,
Your Honor?

No, no, I, uh...
I do believe
it's served its purpose.

Then you have
no objection?

No, sir, none at all.

Very well,
petition is granted.

Court is now adjourned.

Congratulations, Scotty.

You did pretty
damn good yourself.

No.

If you walked away
from that appeal,
you could do even better.

Mmm-mmm.

Well, you might do
even worse.

Hmm?

Because you'll be stepping
on a few toes.

You mean F.J.
and Moran's?

Bigger toes,
who are a little worried
about our State's image.

Or is that what
you're worried about?

(CANDY CRUNCHING)

Your image?

Okay, now
who's working on 31?

Which one is that?

Thirty-one.
Here it is, 31.

"Violation of
client's rights to counsel
on night of arrest."

That's me.
That's you, okay.

Then we're gonna need
a Xerox of Striker's logbook.
Now who's got that?

Well, I think
I saw it around here
somewhere.

You saw it?
Then, find it and give it
to Harvey.

Give it to Harvey.
Oh, Harvey.
No, Harvey.

Nancy, get the transcript,
will you please,

on the court hearing
denying us
access to the house?

That's appeal point 38.

Okay, love? Fine.
Michael, where are you?

BOY 2: Harvey,
I think I found it.

Dating and
sexual intercourse.

Sexual... Please, next.

Michael, on the inquest,
just use where
I object to F.J., okay?

Okay.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(READING UNINTELLIGIBLY)

You know something?
I'm gonna use all of it.

I want to make those
appeal judges understand
what that jury was exposed to.

Harvey!
Harvey, how we doin'?

Nancy, we found it,
I got it.

Good.

That was Charlie
on the phone.
Wyler's in the house.

Also, there's a message
from Striker

that J.C. Hornby
has been arrested again
for directing traffic.

Okay, let him sleep it off
in the drunk tank for
another day, that's all right.

Okay.
Tony.

Yeah?

What I don't understand is
how you gonna prove that
any of this is prejudicial?

Good question.

Hey, stay with it, gang,
and remember, this work
doesn't pay anything

but that's what
makes it so valuable.

How is the appeal going?

Oh, my brief'll run
about a thousand pages.

Sounds impressive.

I'll tell you what.

I'll trade 'em all to you
for one scrap of new evidence.

Okay, you're on.

How long's
it gonna take?

Who knows?

I can tell you one thing
right now though,
the robbery was faked.

You're not so smart,
even Moran knew that.

The question is
who faked it?

Don't tell me
I've caught you
without an idea?

Oh, I've always had a few
I've been kicking around.

But not into court.

Not without you.

Okay. I've got the ball,
let's see
how far I can kick it.

CHARLIE: So you reckon
that robbery was faked
all the time, huh?

That's right,
that's what I reckon.

Well, if that's the case,

who besides Jack'd
have a reason
for doin' it?

Wilma?

Would you believe
a friend of hers,

who might've become
an ex-friend
and didn't like it?

Friend?

Do you remember
what Jack said about her
on the witness stand?

Charlie, you're a man
of vast experience,
ever met a frigid woman?

I might've.

But I sure as hell
never left her that way.

So if Jack couldn't
ring her bell,
maybe somebody else could.

Who?
Find out.

That's Mike Peterson.
Married, two kids.

Owns the joint.
Does pretty good.

Believes in personally
road-testin' every car
with the customer present.

Nothin' but
satisfied customers.

That's, uh, Andy Greer,
wife Ann.

Throw a hell of a brunch
on Sunday.

Andy loves to
instruct the ladies
in wild bronc-ridin',

but due to
the close proximity
of his wife

that's about
the only kinda ridin'
he instructs in.

Later on in the evenin'
he'll liven things up
a little bit

with a little
hoochy-koochy dance.

They tell me
he goes all the way

but I wasn't there
to witness it personally,
thank God.

That's Myron McCauley's bank.

He's married, one child.

Believes in hard work,
long hours,

checkin' figures.

(PROJECTOR STOPS WHIRRING)
Take your pick.

Well, Charlie,
it doesn't sound
very encouraging.

Oh, but wait
till I show you
what I got on Wilma.

Going to the parole board
again, Eddie.
Let's forget it, huh?

(ALARM WHISTLE SOUNDS)

You were right
about one thing.

They don't itch any more.

How we doing?

Well, the appeal
goes in tomorrow.

That's not
what I asked you.

That bad, huh?

Maybe, uh,
you could make it better.

Me?

They say, Jack,
that the husband...

The husband's
the last to know.

But I think he knows,
but he just doesn't
want to face it.

Well, did you ever come home
and find someone having
a drink with your wife,

maybe a friend
who just happened
to pass by

or did she ever
get home late with an excuse
you didn't quite believe?

Maybe one time she dressed
a little more carefully,

wore the more
expensive perfume
instead of the cheap?

Look, Jack,
I know it's tough to think

of your wife
lying flat on her back in
the middle of the afternoon.

Sorry, can't help you.

Not me, yourself.

I don't need any help.

You see I'm resigned
to the fact that we've lost
and I'm stuck here.

But you're not, are you?

You were counting
on winning this case.

Really?

I read a newspaper interview
with Scott,

and he was talking about
how, by winning
the right kind of a case,

a young lawyer
could build a career
for himself.

Well, Scotty's
entitled to his opinion
and so are you.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I have an appeal to file.

I won't hold my breath.

Don't.

Wait a minute,
here's a 1961 decision.

Irvin v. Dowd,
366, U.S. 717, 81,1639.

"Even though each juror
indicated that he could
render an impartial verdict

"despite exposure to
prejudicial
newspaper articles,

"we set aside the conviction,

"holding that
with his life at stake,

"it is not requiring too much
that petitioner be tried

"in an atmosphere
undisturbed by so huge a wave
of public passion."

Yeah, we can use
that one too, it's good.

Tony, Paul's here.
He'd like to talk to you.

Okay. Excuse me,
will you, kids?

And remember,
this work doesn't
pay anything

but that's what makes it
so valuable.

How's our boy?
You did get up there
and see him, didn't you?

Yeah.

How about a cold drink?

No thanks.

(STUTTERS) Actually I got to
get back to the hospital.

Jack asked me to drop by
and have a word with you.

What's up, Doc?

Well,

word came through
to Jack that

if he allows you to
go ahead with the appeal

he can forget about
ever gettin' a parole.

Under the circumstances,

he wants you to know

that he appreciates
everything you're tryin'
to do for him, but

he just wants
you to drop it.

Well, I better go.

Will you wait a minute?

Now you haven't got
a chance on this appeal
and you know it.

So why make him
stick his neck out
for nothing?

My wife,
the Supreme Court justice.

Okay, okay.

For the purposes
of discussion only,

let's assume
that you win the appeal
and you get a new trial.

Now what makes you think
it'll be any different
from the last one?

Have you got
any new evidence?

I know
Wyler's still working.

When you go out to see Jack,
are you going to
sign a guarantee

about what
another jury will do?

Well, I don't have to ask
what's bugging you

because that's what I get
for being too tired
three nights in a row.

Well, isn't it clear to you
why he's decided not to mess
up his chances for parole?

Hmm?

Couldn't it be that
he's finally realized
that he hasn't fooled anybody,

and that a parole
in six or seven years

is not a bad deal
for killing your wife?

You know, right now
I could go for that deal
myself?

Oh, Tony, I know it,
Charlie knows it,
everybody knows it but you.

Knows what?

That he did it.

Really?

Maybe Scotty's right
about what you want
out of this case.

You think so?

Come here.

I don't know
what to think any more.

All I know is, is that night
when you got stopped
for speeding

and we had to put
our hands up on that cab,

I've never been so scared
in my whole life.

And after the verdict when...

When Scotty was trying to warn
you about what would happen
if you stayed with the case,

I felt the same way again.

I guess I feel that way now.

Maybe... Maybe
I'm just scared for you.

Oh, Tony,

what is it?

A principle?

Principal, baby,
is what you always owe
on your mortgage.

Then what is it?

Stubbornness.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Give me
one good reason.

You're a doctor.
Did you ever do
an autopsy?

Of course.

Well, that's what
I'm trying to do.

On who?
You.

Well, we wait
until the patient's dead.

Well, I did.
No matter how you slice it,
you're dead.

Look, Jack, all I want to do
is just try to open you up

and let everybody see
what killed you.

In medicine,
what you learn
from an autopsy

ends up saving human lives,
doesn't it?

That's right.

Well, that's the same thing
in my racket
with only one problem,

finding that body.

That's all
I've ever been to you,
isn't it?

No, not quite.
You've also
always been innocent.

Really?
That's right.

Section 2331
of the State Penal Code,

you're innocent until
proven guilty "beyond
a reasonable doubt."

And as far as I'm concerned,
the State has not yet
met that legal requirement.

So...

(SIGHS)

How long will
the Supreme Court take?

Forever.

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

I have Striker on the phone.

Drunk tank?
Mmm-hmm.

J.C. Hornby?

Mmm-hmm.

Let him wait.

(SIGHS) I think
I'll go over
to the office.

What for?

I guess
I'm an animal of habit.

You're just an animal, baby.

Scotty!

Tony! Well,
haven't seen you around.

Well, that's funny,
I haven't been around.

Well, through
no fault of mine.

Sure, I know, Scotty.
Bigger toes.

"...the defendant,
wearing a pair
of white gloves,

"did willfully
and unlawfully
direct traffic

"causing congestion
to the point
of total standstill."

How does he plead?

Not guilty.
JUDGE: Naturally.

Just because Mr. Hornby has
28 previous convictions,

we wouldn't want
to be wrong the 29th.

Well put, Your Honor.

"The United States
Supreme Court

"held that failure
of State Trial Judge

"to protect defendant
from inherently
prejudicial publicity,

"deprived him a fair trial

"consistent with
the due process clause of
the 14th Amendment."

You know,
there's a recurring nightmare

in every judge's life,
that he's going
to be reversed.

I just want
you gentlemen to know

I've no intentions
of that happening to me.

And the following rules
will be in effect
throughout this trial.

(DOOR OPENING)

Of course the Supreme Court
didn't say
your client was innocent.

Mmm-hmm.
Thanks, Scotty.

They just ordered
a new trial,

a fair one,

which he'll get.

With, uh,
the same results I think.

Really?

I've examined
your new witnesses.

Hmm.

And Wyler's new evidence.

And?

I didn't cry.

He just might.

Late yesterday afternoon
the State rested its case.

It was the 10th day
of this trial.

So far it's been pretty well,
a word-for-word repetition
of the first one.

We heard testimony from
Sergeant Moran and Dr. F.J.
Williamson, and they...

There's Mr. Scott
arriving now.

I would like to get in closer
and have an interview
with him.

But as you know,
we're under strict orders,
from the court.

All of this is Wilma's,

coming from the wound
as the weapon
inflicted the blows.

It flew up and hit the wall.
We refer to it as "spatter"
or "flying blood."

This spot however
is not Wilma's.

It's different in character
from the rest,

it's what we call
"contact blood,"

meaning it came from
the arm or the hand
of the murderer

as he
wielded the weapon.

Now, when F.J. analyzed
the blood on the wall,
he only did random samplings.

He missed this spot.

We did a scraping of it
and it is definitely not
Jack Harrison's.

It's the blood
of a third person,
in my opinion, the murderer.

(PEOPLE MURMURING)
(GAVEL POUNDS)

Can you tell us
anything about
the murder weapon?

Because the second layer
of the skull, the dura mater,
was not penetrated,

I at first assumed
that a lightweight object,

such as a woman's shoe,
might have been
the murder weapon.

We tested everything
we could think of

but we couldn't get
anything to fit.

And then finally
we did find something,

an ordinary
metal flashlight.

The problem was, however,
that if a man
the size of Jack Harrison,

with his physical strength,
had wielded such a weapon,

the dura mater
would certainly
have been penetrated.

There'd have been
skull fragments and
brain matter on the walls,

which there weren't.

What else can you tell us
about the murderer?

Because of the position
of the blood on the wall,

and the angle of
Wilma's head wounds,

we determined
that the murderer
was using his left hand

to wield the weapon.

Could Jack Harrison
be that murderer,
Professor?

Well, to repeat
what I'd hoped
I'd made clear,

the blood of
a third person on the wall,

the failure to penetrate
the dura mater,

the weapon
wielded by the left hand

when we know
that Jack Harrison
is right-handed,

all these factors would,
in my opinion,

weigh against the likelihood
of Dr. Harrison
being the murderer.

Thank you, Professor.

Professor, is there one
standard method
for analyzing blood?

No, there are several.

Is yours the best?

There's no such thing
as "the best."

Every man uses
the method he believes in.

Well, you mean,
why I might bring another
expert in here

and he might analyze
the same blood,

and come up with
totally different findings.
Is that possible?

Entirely.

Hmm.

Thank you for
your frankness, Professor.

Now, I want to pose
a hypothetical question
to you.

If a right-handed man,
using his left hand,

because his right hand
was being used
to restrain someone...

Objection.

Mr. Scott did preface
his remarks with the word
"hypothetical."

Overruled.

Supposing
a right-handed man

was wielding a weapon
in his left hand,

wouldn't you say,
Professor, that the blows
delivered by that left hand

would be weaker in intensity
than usual?

Thus accounting
for the failure to penetrate
the dura mater?

I suppose
that's possible but...

Thank you, Professor.

Re-examine.
Not at the moment.

JUDGE:
Call your next witness.

TONY: Would you state
your name please?

Andre.
Andre what?

Mr. Andre.

Ah, very well, Mr. Andre.
And what do you do?

I'm a hairdresser.

Well, tell me now,
are hairdressers
anything like barbers?

What do you mean?

Do they like to talk?

Well, Wilma did
most of the talking.

She ever tell you
any personal things?

Depends on what you mean
by "personal."

How about having an affair?
Would you call that personal?

Mr. Petroselli,
I refuse to divulge to you

what my customers tell me
in secrecy!

With due respects to the
ethics of your profession,
Mr. Andre,

I'm afraid I'm gonna have
to remind you that
you're under oath.

She did.
Did what?

Tell me she was
having an affair.

Thank you. Cross-examine.

Your witness.

Mr. Andre, did Wilma Harrison
ever express any fear?

About what?

About being found out?

Once she said
something about

if her husband found out
he'd kill her.

Thank you.
That'll be all.

TONY: Objection.

Your Honor, Mr. Petrocelli
wanted us to accept
his witness' testimony

regarding Wilma's affair,
and yet,

when we learn
from the same witness

that Wilma
was worried for her life,

he objects.

(CHUCKLES)

I don't know what
my brother had in mind
in the first place,

but it now seems apparent
to the State

that Jack Harrison killed
his wife because he found out
that she was unfaithful.

That last remark,
Mr. Scott, is out of order.

I want it
stricken from the record.

The jury
will disregard it.

And if you go out
of order like that again,

I'm going to hold you
in contempt of court
and declare a mistrial.

Is that clear?

Now you've just given
the State the best motive
they've ever had.

You know that,
don't you?

Well, it crossed my mind.

That's the easiest thing
in the world
to convince a jury of,

if a guy is
supposed to be a swinger,

God help his wife
if he finds her
swingin' around!

It figures.

Then what're you doing
out there?

Why did you hand Scott
that phony motive on a plate?

I'm just trying
to be neighborly.

Hey, wait a minute!

I've got a right to
know where you're going.

Uh-uh.

I don't like the way
you're handling this.

Is that why
you ordered me out here?

Yes, that's right.

Then you do
what you threatened to do

the last time
you told me
how to run things.

What was that?
Get yourself another lawyer.

Wait a minute.

Where did you dig,
uh, her up anyway?

When Paul sold the house,
going through some of
Wilma's old purses,

he came up with a receipt
from the beauty shop.

Well, I don't buy
one word of his testimony.

Well, that's
a normal reaction.

And isn't it also normal
that if a woman
feels neglected,

if, uh, her sex life
is a failure,

that she just might
do a little boasting
to her hairdresser?

So I guess it's true
after all, hmm?

What's that?

The husband
is the last to know.

Now, I understand that

you and your wife
were quite friendly
with the Harrisons.

Is that correct, Mr. Greer?

Yes, we used to see
a lot of each other.

You might say
we were part
of the same crowd.

By the way,
how's the Rolls?

Just fine, thank you.
You still pushin' campers?

Yeah, still
a struggling attorney.

Even took a summer vacation
together, didn't you?

That's right.

Lakeshore Inn, wasn't it?

Yes.

You know, my investigator
tells me
it's a beautiful spot.

Now, I notice
here that there was...

There was some kind
of an incident.

Incident?

Yes, something about
you and Wilma ending up
on a sailboat together.

That's right.

Were you out
for a rather lengthy time,
Mr. Greer?

What do you call lengthy?

Oh, I don't know,
three, four hours.
Why, how long were you out?

Eighteen.
Eighteen.

Well, you see
the wind had gone down,
and we were becalmed.

We didn't have a paddle
on board so we tried
to paddle with our hands,

but we were too far out.

Must've been pretty boring,
wasn't it, sitting out there
all that time?

Well, luckily
someone had left a couple
of paperbacks on board

so we read and
we talked a little bit.

And paddled?

Yes, every once in a while.

Well, I notice that you got
back to port in the morning
with the use of an outboard.

Now, I didn't even realize
there was one on board.

Oh, sure.
But I couldn't get it started
till in the morning.

I don't know why,
I'm just not
very mechanically-minded.

Yeah. I see here
that photography's
more your line, huh?

Yes, it's my hobby.

Ever hear of the Acme
Photo Processing Company?

Acme Photo?
No, not that I can remember.

That's funny,
they seem to remember you.

They have a record

of sending back to you
a roll of negatives
they refused to print.

Now why do you suppose
that happened?

I don't know.
I couldn't figure that out
at the time.

Isn't it true though
they sent you a letter

saying it was against the law
to print negatives
such as yours, Mr. Greer?

No, they were just
ordinary art studies.

What do you mean
by "ordinary"?

Well, you know,
she wasn't all dressed up.

What was she wearing?
Nothing.

Oh, so when you told us
that you, uh, talked a little,
and you read a few books,

and you paddled
with your hands,

you did leave something out,
didn't you, Mr. Greer?

Well, I forgot.

You see we'd all had
lunch together.

We'd had quite a bit
of wine to drink,

and Jack was tired
and he went back
to the hotel,

and Ann, that's my wife,
she went riding,
so it left Wilma and me.

So just to kill some time
we rented a sailboat,

and frankly
for the first few hours
we were pretty stoned.

Is that when
you took your art studies?

No, I didn't do that
until we were becalmed.

Ah!
Just to kill some time.

Mmm, I see.
Between the books
and the paddling.

That's right.

Now when you...
When you finished
your art studies...

Well, while Wilma
was dressing,

I tried the motor
but it wouldn't turn over,

so, she took
one of the books
and I took the other,

and when
we finished reading,
why, we traded.

I see.

I, uh... (CHUCKLES)

I have here a photograph
of the sailboat that
you rented from the marina.

It was taken
by a passing powerboat
earlier that evening.

Do you, uh...
You recognize this?

I don't know.
If you say it's the boat,
I guess it is.

Do you see what's flying
from the top of the mast
there?

Some kind of a flag?

Well, doesn't that look
like a woman's bathing suit
to you?

I guess so.

Wasn't that Wilma's?

Well, I told you
we were pretty drunk.

Uh-huh.
You also told this court

that after you took
the photographs of her
that she got dressed.

Well, maybe she didn't
get dressed right away

because
I'd run the bathing suit
up the mast to get it dry.

Now this passing powerboat,
why didn't you signal
your distress to it?

I don't remember seeing it.

You were otherwise
occupied, huh?

I was.
What were you doing?

I was reading a book.

(CHUCKLES)

Let me just see if I can...
If I can get all these facts
straight in my mind, okay?

Now, your sailboat
is becalmed,

to pass the time away
you decide to take some
art studies of Wilma, hmm?

Okay, so she obliges,
and she removes
her bathing suit,

which you then hoist up
the mast to dry, hmm?

Now your film
is exhausted,

she's standing there
stark-naked, and you
sit down and read a book?

Is that what
you're trying to tell us?

That's right.
Then who are we to doubt you.

Your witness.

No questions.
You're doin' fine.

JUDGE:
Call your next witness.

The Defense calls
Mrs. Ann Greer.

So, what was your reaction

when Andy and Wilma
sailed into the harbor
the next morning?

I was terribly relieved,
I thought maybe
the boat had overturned.

Is that all you thought after
your husband had been out
all night with another woman?

There was a perfectly
logical explanation.

Well, if that's the case,
Mrs. Greer,

why did you and Andy
leave the same day

cutting short your vacation
by five days?

Well, it had nothing
to do with that.

I'd been hoping to ride
the trails around the lake

but the condition
of the horses
was shocking.

Mmm-hmm.
Then you didn't say to Wilma,

"You dirty little slut, you,
how dare you embarrass me
that way"?

No, I did not.

You were overheard
by at least two people.

I have their statements
right here.

Well, I don't
remember saying it.

If I did,
I must have been referring
to something else.

To what?
Probably to the way
she dressed.

How did she dress?

Many times she didn't
wear a brassiere.

Really?

Now after the incident,
did you see
much of the Harrisons?

Well, maybe not as often
as before.

Why is that?

After a time
you get bored with people.

But on the night
of the murder, Mrs. Greer,

you did find yourselves
with the Harrisons,
didn't you?

Yes, at the same party.

Wilma suggested
we sit together.

Wilma suggested it?

Well, somebody did,
it wasn't me.

Was it Andy?
Your husband?

I don't remember.

Well, when you got back
to Jack's house,

Wilma drove with Andy,
didn't she?

Yes.
Did that make you angry?

Why should it?

What was Andy wearing?

He had his pants off.

You didn't mind that?

He was always
doing a strip tease
whenever he got drunk,

and I was used to it
by then.

If you weren't angry,
then why did
you throw the keys at Wilma

and tell her
she could go home
with your husband?

I wasn't angry at Wilma,

I was just annoyed at Andy
for making
such a fool of himself.

Mrs. Greer, didn't you
suspect your husband of
having an affair with Wilma?

No, I certainly did not.

Then I stand corrected.
Thank you.

...and finally,
ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

when you step
into that jury room
to deliberate,

I just want you to think
about Jack Harrison's story.

Have you ever heard anything
so implausible in your life?

What about this white form
or shape he was supposed
to have encountered?

No.

No, ladies and gentlemen,
the fact is

that if you consider
every bit of evidence that's
been presented here for you,

you must conclude that
the only logical, reasonable
explanation

for what happened that night

was the one
that the Defense unwittingly
brought out itself.

That Jack Harrison,
having discovered

his wife having an affair
with a friend,
did willfully, knowingly

and with pre-meditation,
kill her.

Thank you.

Your Honor,
venerable brother...

Mmm.

...ladies and gentlemen
of the jury.

I'm very happy to see
that Mr. Scott
finally looked at his watch

because after
his rather lengthy
and weighty summation,

I thought that something
in a lighter vein might be
more appropriate at this time.

So, I'd like you just to
make yourselves comfortable,
sit back, relax,

while I tell you
a little story.

Once upon a time...

(HONKING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Oh, let me have that.
(LAUGHING)

WILMA: Listen here, I'm gonna
keep you to your word,
buddy boy.

ANDY: We beat 'em.

(ANDY AND WILMA LAUGHING)

ANDY: What happened
to you, huh?

You ran a stop
sign back there, Andy.

Yeah, he sure did.

Who's gonna arrest me, huh?
What do ya say, huh?

Put your pants on, Andy.

Put my pants on.
It's a party!

(ALL TALKING)

Party, party, party!
Party! Party!

(ANDY VOCALIZING)

Haven't you had enough?

Just begun to start.

(BOTH VOCALIZING)

(WILMA WHOOPS)

(WILMA EXCLAIMS)

(ANDY CONTINUES VOCALIZING)

For Christ's sake,
put your pants on!

Oh, Ann,
he's just having fun!

(ANDY VOCALIZING)

Well, if you think
he's so funny,
you go home with him!

I was only havin' fun.

(PANTING)

Well, let's get going,
I'm teeing off at 7:30.

He has more sense
than all of us.

MRS. McCAULEY:
Good night, Wilma,
I'll talk to you tomorrow.

McCAULEY: Can we
give you a ride, Andy?

ANDY: I can drive okay.

(ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Take care.

(DOG BARKING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(KEYS JANGLING)

(CHUCKLES)

(CONTINUES CHUCKLING)

(WILMA SNORING)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Oh, mmm.

(EXCLAIMS SOFTLY)

(WILMA CHUCKLING)

(MOANS SOFTLY)

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Oh!

(SIGHS)

(WILMA CHUCKLING)

(GIGGLING CONTINUES)

(ANDY AND WILMA CHUCKLING)

(CHUCKLING)

You dirty slut,
I'm gonna clean you out.

You filthy whore!

(SCREAMING)

Whore, whore, whore!

(SCREAMS)

Whore, whore,
whore, whore!

Whore, whore,
whore, whore!

Whore, whore,
whore, whore!

(WILMA SCREAMING)

(PANTING)
Whore, whore, whore, whore!

Whore, whore,
whore, whore!

(WILMA SCREAMING)

Whore, whore,
whore, whore!

Whore, whore!

Whore, whore, whore, whore!

Whore, whore, whore! Whore!

Whore, whore!

(CHUCKLING)

(CHUCKLES)

(PANTING)

(CHUCKLING SOFTLY)

She's dead.

Go home.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

And true to every tale
that's e'er been told,

they lived
happily ever after.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

I told you at the outset
that I was going to
tell you a story,

and indeed
that's all it was.

But the story
that I've just told you,

is based on the exact same
circumstantial evidence

that the State has used
to make its case
against Jack Harrison.

Now is their story
more believable than mine?

Or is it a question
of whose story is best?

When neither,
when neither is good enough,

for the search
in a court of law
is not for the best story,

but for the truth.

Now, what is
the truth in this case?

The only fair-minded answer
to that is we don't know.

I want to point out
to each and every one of you

that there's no disgrace
in a court of law
in saying, "We don't know."

For the law itself
is very precise.

It instructs you
not to render
a verdict of guilty

unless you do know.

Unless you know
beyond a reasonable doubt.

Beyond a reasonable doubt.

We have in this country
a unique judicial system,

the accused walks
into this courtroom
an innocent man,

and it is then
the obligation of the State
to prove to you his guilt.

But if they fail to,
and in the end,
you're the only judge of that,

then you have
no alternative

but to allow that man
to walk out of this courtroom
the way he walked in,

innocent.

That, ladies and gentlemen,
is what our unique system
is about.

It may not be perfect,

but until someone
devises a better one,

it's all we have.

Well, lookit here.

If that jury returns
a verdict in 10 minutes,
I win the pool.

I lost four hours ago.

Oh, no, Tony,
you only lose
when you win.

I only lose if I win?

(STUTTERING) What's that
supposed to mean?

Very simple really.

You see, if you get
Harrison acquitted in there,

your picture is gonna be
on the cover of
every magazine in the country.

Yeah.

You'll be up half the night
on those television shows.

And they'll write about you.
They'll talk about you.

And you'll be
the new bright boy.
The top gun.

Only, you see,
out here we know
what happens to top guns.

Someone always comes along
who's just
a little bit faster.

And bang, bang.
It's all over.

And to tell the truth,
folks are kinda happy
to see a winner gunned down.

Because winners
make ordinary people
feel a little uncomfortable.

You know, that's
a pretty depressing theory.

Not a theory,
old American tradition.

Have you reached
a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Bailiff.

"We find the defendant
Jack Harrison not guilty."

(SOFTLY)
Congratulations.

Before I adjourn
this court...

It bothers
the hell out of you,
doesn't it?

What does?

...express
sincere appreciation...

That there's one thing
you're never going to know.

To be honest with you, Jack,
I really don't give a damn.

JUDGE: ...the people
of this State.

Indeed
if a reminder is needed,

it's the jury system

which is the very foundation
of the legal structure
of our country.

You all are to be commended.

The case
against Dr. Jack Harrison
is dismissed...

What?

...and this court
adjourned.

(GAVEL POUNDS)

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

My name is Petrocelli.