Anatomy of a Murder Page #17

No, I was not!

Everyone knows you were living with Quill.

That's not true. Barney Quill was...

Was what?

Barney Quill was what, Miss Pilant?

Barney Quill was my father.

No more questions.

That's all.

The witness may step down.

We will recess for 15 minutes, after which

we will hear the closing arguments.

If possible, I would like to charge the jury

before nightfall.

Think they're gonna stay out all night?

Can't somebody say something?

What do you want me to say,

Maida, darling?

Tell me we're gonna win.

I'm counting on getting that

promissory note from the lieutenant.

I hope we can borrow some money on it.

I need a new typewriter.

Half the time, the "P" and the "F"

don't strike on mine.

"Party of the first part" sometimes

comes out "arty o the irst art."

Doesn't make sense. It's embarrassing.

"Arty o the irst art"?

I kind of like that.

It has a ring to it.

Twelve people go off into a room.

Twelve different minds.

Twelve different hearts.

Twelve different walks of life.

Twelve sets of eyes,

ears, shapes and sizes.

These twelve people are asked to judge

another human being...

...as different from them

as they are from each other.

In their judgement, they must become

of one mind, unanimous.

It's one of the miracles of man's

disorganised soul that they can do it.

In most instances, do it right well.

God bless juries.

I don't know what I'd do

if I were on that jury.

I really don't know.

Do you?

I loved that, Pauly.

I loved that "humble country lawyer" bit.

You had Mr. Dancer dancing.

I'm afraid he got in the last dance.

That's the best summary I've ever heard.

I liked yours much better, Pauly.

Do you have to play that?

Can't you play Danny Boy

or Sweet Isle of Innisfree?

Paul Biegler's office.

Yes, sir. Right away.

They're ready.

Hey, sweetie!

Go on.

- The jury's coming in.

- Yeah, I heard.

You can tell my loving husband

I'll be in the car.

- You're sure he's gonna come out?

- Sure.

He's lucky.

Some people have all the luck.

You can tell him I'm waiting

to get kicked to kingdom come.

Hey, sweetie.

I have a souvenir for you.

You'd better keep that.

You might need it again sometime.

You never know.

No, you don't, do you?

I like you, Pauly.

I warn all those present

not to interrupt the taking of the verdict.

I will stop the proceedings

and clear the courtroom...

...if there is any demonstration.

Proceed, Mr. Cray.

Members of the jury, have you a verdict?

- If so, who will speak for you?

- We have. I'm the foreman.

The defendant will rise.

What is your verdict?

We find the defendant not guilty,

by reason of insanity.

Did Maida give you that promissory note?

Right here,

ready to be signed by our happy client.

I used to think the world looked better

through a glass of whiskey.

It doesn't.

I think I'll keep it this way.

It looks nice.

I got one good thing out of this case:

A new law partner.

If it's all right with him.

He'd be mighty proud to have his name

on a shingle with yours.

I guess you're looking for Lt. Manion,

aren't you?

He gave me this note for you.

Felt real sorry for Mrs. Manion.

She was crying.

Left a mess, didn't they?

We'd better get busy here.

"Dear Mr. Biegler:

"So sorry, but I had to leave suddenly.

"I was seized by an irresistible impulse.

"Frederick Manion."

How in the world

are we gonna face Maida?

Gin.

I knew there was something wrong

with that guy.

I never saw a gin-drinker yet

you could trust.

Partner, what do you say

we go and see our first client?

Who might that be?

Mary Pilant. We're going to administer

Barney Quill's estate.

Now, that's what I call

poetic justice for everybody.

Yeah.

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