Anatomy of a Murder Page #5

He's a good officer.

She's all right, too. Friendly, a good kid.

- What do you know? Knock it off.

- I didn't mean anything. She's a dish.

What's wrong with that?

You want this lawyer to get wrong ideas?

What chances has the lieutenant got?

Pretty good, I'd say, with a couple

of character witnesses like you.

I'd like to help him out,

I sure would, but we're moving out.

The whole outfit. Berlin.

Tell me, who is this "babe" at the hotel?

Her name is Mary Pilant.

She was Quill's private property.

- Would you like a table, sir?

- Yes, please.

Will you be alone?

No, I'll be joined by two others.

- May I take your hat?

- Thank you very much.

How was the manicure?

Ask me any questions about anybody.

I've got all the dope.

Can you tell me about a woman

by the name of Mary Pilant?

Easy. Mary Pilant may

or may not have been...

...the mistress of the late B. Quill.

The manicurist is in favour

of the mistress theory...

...but the hairdresser is against it.

However, they both agree that some kind

of hanky-panky must've been going on.

To be continued.

- Menu?

- Thank you.

- Pretty, huh?

- Yes, very pretty. Well, go on.

There's one story that says that Barney's

wild night with Mrs. Manion was...

...somehow triggered by Mary Pilant.

Seemed she'd been seeing some soldier

and Barney blew his stack.

He got tanked up and exploded.

- Is Mary Pilant local?

- No, she's a Canadian.

Barney brought her in

to dress up the place...

...and she stayed on to manage it for him.

Looks like she's done all right.

It's better than all right.

She's in for the estate.

She doesn't look like a bad sort, does she?

Where?

What do you mean, "where"?

The pretty one with the menus.

This girl, right here?

Miss Pilant, may I introduce myself?

I'm Paul Biegler, attorney for Lt. Manion.

This is Mrs. Rutledge and Mr. McCarthy,

my associates.

Could you sit with us for a minute?

- Yes, I can take a minute.

- Thank you.

I'd like to ask you a few things,

if you don't mind.

What sort of things, Mr. Biegler?

Like, what kind of man your employer was?

A very nice man.

If that's true, how do you explain

what happened with Lt. Manion's wife?

I don't know what happened

with Lt. Manion's wife...

...so there isn't anything for me to explain.

Your loyalty to the dead Mr. Quill

is very touching.

Barney was well-liked here by everyone,

Mr. Biegler.

It's very generous to overlook his little

faults, like raping other men's wives.

If you will pardon me.

The waitress will take your order

when you're ready.

Nice to have met you,

Mr. Biegler, Mr. McCarthy, Mrs. Rutledge.

You've just been ginned, Lieutenant.

Manion?

- Any word, Lieutenant?

- Yeah, this. From Washington.

They'll let a doctor come to testify,

but there's a string on it.

They want me to go to an army hospital

in Detroit for an examination.

Doesn't the Army understand

you're in jail on a non-bailable offence?

That's it, as far as the Army's concerned.

I don't know how I can get around this.

I'll try to think of something.

My wife hasn't been here for two days.

- Have you seen her?

- No. Not for a while.

- Where the hell is she?

- You've got other things to worry about.

I'll get in touch with her

and tell her you miss her.

Yeah, you tell her that.

- Thanks, Sulo.

- Okay, Pauly.

I know just how you feel, Lieutenant.

I'd be tearing my hair out, too,

if I had something like that outside.

Something like what outside?

You know what I mean. Something

like that running around on the loose.

Now, what's the big noise, buckos?

It's me, dummy.

I hit my elbow on this lousy iron bar.

You want some rubbing alcohol, maybe?

No, but a little bourbon might help.

Knock it off, buckos!

Let's finish the game, Lieutenant.

Hey, what a crazy lawyer we got!

Hi, Pauly.

That's what they call you, isn't it? Pauly?

That's a crazy name for a crazy lawyer.

- Thanks for letting me sit in, Pie-Eye.

- You're not splitting the scene, man?

- I mean, you're not cutting out?

- No, I'll be back.

Hi, Pauly. Fellas, this is Manny's lawyer.

- Sit down, won't you?

- Sorry, I can't right now.

Mrs. Manion, may I talk to you

for a moment outside?

Mrs. Manion? I thought we dropped

the formalities a long time ago.

We'd better pick them up again.

This is important.

- All right, I'll go with you.

- All right, come on.

- You're coming back, aren't you?

- Sure, what do you think?

- See you later, Pie-Eye.

- Okay.

Did you get my phone message?

Yeah, but I got busy.

Why haven't you been to see

your husband?

I don't see why I have to go every day.

It would be a very good idea if you did.

All right. I'll see him every day.

- Okay?

- No, it's not okay.

- Where's your car?

- I came with them.

- Mine's right over here.

- Now wait, I got friends inside.

Friends or not, you're going home.

Who do you think you are?

I'm the lawyer trying to save your husband.

Remember?

- What's that got to do with...

- You listen to me!

Until this is over, you're going to be

a meek little housewife...

...with horn-rimmed spectacles.

You're going to stay away from men,

juke joints, booze and pinball machines.

You're gonna wear a skirt

and low-heeled shoes.

And you're gonna wear a girdle.

Especially a girdle.

Believe me. I don't usually complain

of an attractive jiggle...

...but you save that jiggle

for your husband to look at...

...if and when I get him out of jail.

Now, come on. Let's go.

I'm sorry. I really am.

I wouldn't hurt Manny's chances

for anything.

Come on.

Is this about where

Barney knocked you down?

Yeah. Right over here.

Over there's the opening in the fence

where Muffy...

...was running back and forth

with the flashlight.

Where's your trailer?

Up there on the hill.

This is my favourite place.

Sometimes when Manny was sleeping,

I'd come out here and just sit.

I had to get out of that trailer.

I couldn't stand

being cooped up all the time.

I'm lonely, Paul. I'm awful lonely.

I wouldn't have gone to that roadhouse

if it weren't for that.

Maybe you're getting in

some good practise for being lonely.

You think maybe Manny won't get off?

That'll be up to the jury

and you never can tell about them.

If he didn't, it'd be one way to end it.

No, I don't mean that.

I may think it sometimes,

but I don't really want it.

Hello, sweetie. Did you miss me?

Of course you missed me.

You want to come in, Paul?

You can if you want to, you know.

No, thank you, Laura.

I'm sorry I had to spoil your fun

over at that place.

- Good night, Laura.

- Good night.

Hear ye, hear ye.

The Circuit Court for the County

of Iron Cliffs is now in session.

You can be seated.

For those of you I haven't met,

my name is Weaver.

I'm from downstate

and I'm sitting temporarily...

...while your good Judge Maitland

is recovering from a severe illness.

There's no need, I think,

to dwell at length upon my methods.

One judge is quite like another.

The only differences may be

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