Anatomy of a Murder
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- 1959
- 160 min
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Your pal just drove into town,
Mr. McCarthy.
I'll have one more, Toybo.
I'm afraid I'll have to pay
my bar bill tomorrow.
- You're good with me, Mr. McCarthy.
- Thank you, Toybo.
- Good night, Toybo.
- Good night, Mr. McCarthy.
Operator.
Operator, I want...
...489 Thunder Bay.
I want to speak to Mrs. Manion.
M-A-N-I-O-N.
This is Paul Biegler speaking.
Iron City 700.
- Will they know when she'll be there?
- No, they don't.
I see. You just leave a message.
Tell her to call this number.
- What do you say there, Counsellor?
- Save your money.
- What's in the brown paper bag?
But it wouldn't be.
You're a very suspicious man.
True.
I'm everlastingly suspicious of...
...andlor fascinated by...
...the contents of brown paper bags.
- Can I sneak a peek?
- You do that, Counsellor.
You do that.
After you sneak a peek,
why, you uncork whatever you find.
Shall I pour?
- Your privilege.
- My pleasure, sir.
You fought this soldier by yourself.
You've been drinking alone, Pauly.
I don't like that.
Drop the stone, Counsellor.
You live in a glass house.
My windows were busted a long time ago,
so I can say as I please.
- Have an Italian cigar?
- No, thanks.
Those stinkweeds
are another sign of your decadence.
Pauly, it's a fact.
Since Mitch Lodwick beat you out
of the office of public prosecutor...
...you haven't been worth salt for peanuts.
Not that I don't understand how you feel.
A man who gets beat out of an office
he's held for a long time...
...feels his community has deserted him.
The finger of scorn is pointed at him.
None but the lonely hearts
shall know my anguish.
Pauly, you are a good lawyer.
You ought to make like one.
Be here ready for clients, not fishing...
...and playing that rooty-tooty jazz.
I'm making a living.
I run a few abstracts and divorce Jane Doe
from John Doe every once in a while.
Threaten a few deadbeats.
And in the evening I sit around...
...and drink bourbon whiskey and read law
with Parnell Emmitt McCarthy.
One of the world's great men.
That was a kind word, Pauly.
You know, I might have been.
That's one of the reasons I hate to see
your talent pushed aside by lesser men.
I look at you and see myself years ago,
with the same love for the smell...
...of the old brown books in a dusty office.
Here's a rose, a lily...
...a sweet lupine.
The United States Supreme Court Reports.
What shall we read this evening,
Counsellor?
How about a little Chief Justice Holmes?
Restrain Chief Justice Holmes for a minute.
I might have a client. Waiting for a call.
- Hello?
- Mr. Biegler?
This is Paul Biegler speaking.
Hello, Mrs. Manion?
- What?
- Mr. Biegler?
I'm sorry I missed you.
Did you get my message?
Who? What is that name?
Just a minute, please.
We seem to have a bad connection.
It's a woman named Manion.
Maida took a message from her.
In Thunder Bay? If she wants you
to represent her husband, say yes.
- I don't know what it's all about.
- Pretend you do and say yes.
- Hello?
- Mr. Biegler?
This is much better now.
Yes, I can hear you fine.
I waited for your call all afternoon.
Yes, well, I just got in a few moments ago.
You've read about my husband?
Muffy, please.
Yes.
Mr. Biegler,
have you read about my husband?
Yes, I have. A little.
Will you defend him?
I don't know.
I'd have to know more about it.
Will you talk to him?
He's in the county jail.
Will you see him in the morning?
He's very anxious to see you.
You've been so highly recommended.
I have?
Yes, someone told him about you.
Will you see him?
I suppose I could.
I'll see him tomorrow morning.
- Would you want me there, too?
Let's make it about 10:00.
- Thank you so much.
- You're quite welcome.
What's this all about?
A man named Barney Quill
raped Mrs. Manion.
Her husband is a lieutenant in the Army.
There's a base in Thunder Bay,
gunnery or something.
The lieutenant goes to Quill's place
and plugs Quill about five times...
...which causes Quill
to die of lead poisoning.
- When?
If you hadn't been out fishing in some
godforsaken place, you'd have known.
Good morning, Maida.
- There it is.
- What?
The newspaper.
I thought maybe they didn't bring it.
We haven't paid the bill.
Did you get my note?
We may be in the case.
I'm reading up on it now...
...before talking to Lt. Manion.
Doesn't he ever go home?
You mean Parnell?
We were up late last night.
Is that a fact?
I think maybe you'd better cancel
all my appointments for today.
What appointments?
People think you've migrated to the woods.
If this refrigerator gets more fish in it...
...it'll swim upstream
and spawn all by itself.
May I have your attention
for a moment, please?
Yeah.
I went over your cheque-book yesterday.
I can't pay me my salary.
What happened to the fee
for the Walkers' divorce?
Help salt a uranium mine or something?
I bought a few bare necessities.
Like a new outboard motor.
I wish I could be classed as a necessity.
- Aren't you going to have any toast?
- No.
I'll call you.
Let you know how things are going.
Now, don't let him pay you off
in Purple Hearts.
Those professional soldiers
never have a dime.
I ought to know, I was married to one.
Pardon me. Are you Mrs. Manion?
- Hi.
- I'm Paul Biegler.
- I'm Laura.
- How do you do?
- This is Muff.
- Hello, Muff.
The jail's right here.
You're tall!
- Hello, Pauly.
- Hi, Sulo.
You wait here, Muffy.
- Good to see you.
- How're you feeling?
Fine. I guess you've come
for the soldier boy?
Yes. Do you think we could talk
in the sheriff's office?
Sure, I'll bring him down.
Would you mind taking your glasses off,
Mrs. Manion?
Gee-whiz. Barney Quill do that to you?
More than that. You should see. All over.
You can put them back on,
if it's more comfortable for you.
This is Pauly Biegler.
This is the bucko, Pauly.
- Lt. Manion?
- Hello, there.
- Hi, Manny.
- Hello, Laura.
I wonder if you could meet me
down at my office about 2:00 p.m.
It's 305 West Barnham.
- Of course.
- Fine.
- Is there anything I can get you, hon?
- I'm all right, hon.
Right in here.
Wanted:
The Big 10.They got the 10 best-dressed dames,
the 10 top teams, the 10 top tunes...
...and now the 10 most-wanted.
Don't knock it. That's the American dream.
Those boys made the grade.
You were the district attorney around here,
weren't you?
Yes. Ten years.
What's your experience
as a defence lawyer?
Not very much.
How do I know you can handle my case?
I guess you don't know.
Shall we talk about it?
I suppose so.
Come on. Don't be so bored.
You know, it might very well be
that no lawyer can "handle" your case...
...if you mean getting off scot-free.
You seem to be forgetting:
Barney Quill raped my wife.
I have the unwritten law on my side.
The unwritten law is a myth.
There is no such thing
as the unwritten law.
Anyone who commits murder
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