Dirty Tricks Page #10

I fail to see how the bereaved

husband's whereabouts

have any effect on this case.

I was simply trying "

The defense

have already maintained

that this unfortunate man's wife

met her death in an accident

while the accused was driving.

The objection is a valid one,

and the Witness therefore

need not answer the question.

Thank you, my lord.

No further questions, my lord.

May I step down'?

I feel ill.

I'm so sorry.

This has been very...

My wife was...

[ Sobbing ]

Please, take time

to compose yourself.

Thank you.

MAN:

So, Mr. Phillips,

you are asking us

to believe that,

having had an accident

which mildly scraped the wing

of your expensive vehicle,

the victim suffered

the serious blow to the head

of which the pathologist's

evidence has spoken.

Uh...

[Clears throat]

I maintain --

And panicking

after this incident,

you very resourcefully obtained

a large concrete post

to which you tied her.

That done, you then hurled her

into a reservoir.

No, I-l never said that.

Perhaps I heard

my learned friend,

Mr. Fawler-Jackson, wrongly.

Perhaps I was paying

insufficient attention.

I never wanted this ridiculous

defense in the first place.

- My lord...

- We all know what happened.

He and some Spanish bastard

put a sponge bag on my head,

hit me in the balls,

locked me in the boot

'cause they found out

I was in love with his wife!

And then after

they kidnapped me,

they drove me to Wales,

where they pushed me down a hill

to try to murder me!

Didn't you?!

My lord, may I ask

for an adjournment

and, with your permission,

a chance to consult

with my client.

We have no objections, my lord.

The defendant is clearly in need

of therapy of some sort.

Bastard! You bastard!

You're all bastards!

Take that man down to the cell.

I'm coming for you, you bastard!

You cold-blooded,

murdering bastard!

I'm coming to get you!

I'm coming for you!

You bastard!

I think our man is doing

rather well, don't you?

Even if he isn't a big name.

The truth

is a lawyer's best ally.

Not always.

While we waited for the jury

to make up their minds,

I thought I'd seek some

consolation in North Oxford.

A drink maybe.

Or dinner.

Who knew where it might lead'?

Oh.

Hi, Rebecca.

How's music?

Faur's still Faur.

Which is nice for him, isn't it'?

He could have been Cesar Franck

or Saint-Saens.

Did Clive really murder

your wife?

ALISON:
Rebecca.

I'm sorry.

This must be

such a bad time for you.

It's not been the greatest

two weeks of my life.

When's the verdict expected?

I'm trying not to think about

things like that.

I feel rather sorry for Clive.

I just think they should

put him somewhere

and inject him with stuff.

Forever.

[ Laughs ]

Did you want something

in particular?

Just to see someone I liked,

really.

In the midst of all this horror.

When it's allover,

you must come to dinner.

When Clive Phillips goes down,

I'm socially acceptable.

Oh, don't be so paranoid.

Well, I won't come in,

even though you didn't ask.

[ Both laugh ]

Let's just hope

Clive doesn't manage

to lie his way out of this.

Then I can hold up my head up

and ask you out.

Do you know

what I like about you?

There's something terribly...

correct about you.

I'm an old-fashioned thing.

Bye.

JUDGE:

Clive Piddinghoe Phillips,

the jury has found you guilty

of a particularly despicable

and cowardly murder.

You committed this crime

in cold blood

and then proceeded

to try and cover it up

with a totally spurious

and incredible story --

which you later retracted --

involving accusations

against the poor man

Whose wife you had seduced

and then brutally killed.

You are clearly

a highly dangerous individual

whose reformation will not be

easily or lightly accomplished.

The penalty

is life imprisonment.

And bearing in mind

the particularly heartless way

you set about --

It's a lie.

It's a lie!

He's lying to you, and you can't

see it, you stupid, stupid --

- Take him down.

-...old bastard!

You're lying!

You're lying, and you know it!

You killed her, didn't you?!

You killed her, you bastard!

You murdering bastard!

Back here in Malagrena,

I headed to my old friend

Carlos's place.

I'd taught him English

in the '90s,

and he'd taught me,

well, many things.

Carlos?

Carlos?

It's me.

I'm here.

[ Laughs ]

Carlos was always

a one for parties and sex

and, um, Karl Marx.

Remember him'?

[Telephone rings]

?Digame'?

(Mme?

(Mme?

He'll turn up.

This country is

appallingly badly organized

but delightfully corrupt.

You cannot buy yourself

into polite society in England.

Charm, intelligence,

and a certain ruthlessness

are required.

What are you gonna do

with the money'?

I'm afraid I've always

found money a frightful bore.

Oh, that's funny.

Some people had you down

as a fortune hunter.

But not you?

Well, there's a certain, uh,

tension between us, but no.

We met under

difficult circumstances.

- Can I tell you something?

- Please.

I always thought you were having

an affair with Karen.

[ Laughs ]

You --

[ Laughs ]

Karen'?

[ Laughs ]

And I thought that you never

really loved her at all.

[ Laughs ]

We got each other so wrong.

You know, I think the reason

everybody was

so suspicious of you

was nobody could quite work out

Where you were from.

And that didn't bother you?

No. I'm an American.

Everyone is from somewhere else.

[ Both laugh ]

Excuse me.

You see, now,

for the first time in my life,

I was

in Alison Kraemer's league.

Yuck.

Nice to see you too.

- Hello, Alison.

- Hello.

I didn't realize you liked Bach.

Is he on the menu today?

Did he write

any string quartets?

If he isn't on the menu,

you could order him.

You could order a selection

of his string quartets,

couldn't you?

Nothing's impossible for a man

who likes Faur's piano sonatas.

Darling, don't be

such a rude little snob.

I like music.

I'm ignorant about it,

but I do like it.

Do you?

Or are you just pretending

to do so,

so you can get in with Mummy'?

I bet you only came

to the concert

because you knew it was the sort

of place we were likely to be.

Rebecca, I'm not a particularly

talented individual.

But good taste -- taste in,

books, music, and paintings --

is one of the most important

things in the world to me.

I like your Mum because

I respect her intelligence.

But that's not all

you're interested in, is it'?

You can't take her anywhere.

- Shh, shh, shh!

-[ Music begins playing]

I didn't doubt

that if! had pushed harder,

Alison would have come across.

But that was just what

I didn't want to do.

I let those events

'cake their course

and set about enjoying

the fruits of my labors.

I see Mr. Phillips' name

is no longer over the door.

Yes.

I am on staff now.

We are workers' collective.

[ Laughs ]

L.e.,

a loss-making organization.

Sorry'?

Not to worry.

This is my adviser, Mr. Carter.

Hi. Hello.

Morning, Thomas.

Shall we go up'?

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