Evelyn Prentice Page #9

to make our spines crawl.

How can we feel anything but pity

and warm compassion for that girl?

Kennard was a loathsome parasite.

He'd lived on women.

He was violently threatening this girl

when she shot him.

She had every reason to believe that

he was about to do her physical injury.

She shot him in self-defense.

Gentlemen...

...it is Kennard and his kind of vermin...

...upon whom you are sitting

in judgment.

He died as he deserved to die.

His death was an act of high justice.

And I ask you, gentlemen...

...in the name of that same high justice

to find him guilty...

...by declaring Judith Wilson not guilty.

Special extra. Read all about it.

Judith Wilson acquitted. Extra!

Extra! Read all about it.

Judith Wilson acquitted. Extra!

Get your paper, read all about it!

How could I, Amy,

destroy everything like this?

I don't believe he'll let you go.

I don't believe it.

Oh, he has to.

How could he think of me?

For nothing at all, absolutely nothing,

I've smashed all this to pieces.

Wait, dear, please.

No, he'd have come home.

Court was over hours ago.

Oh, Amy, what's she going

to think through all the years?

What's the matter, Mommy?

What are you crying for?

Oh, my darling, don't ever forget

how much your mommy loves you.

Hello, Daddy.

Hello, darling.

I only stayed until she was asleep...

...because I couldn't tell her.

What does Mommy mean, Daddy?

Do you remember you were in

awful trouble once and Daddy fixed it?

Oh, do you mean

when I broke the vase?

Yes, dear.

Did you break something, Mommy?

No, sweetie.

But tomorrow,

we're getting on that big boat...

...and your mommy thinks

you don't wanna go.

She doesn't want to leave you.

I do want to go, Mommy.

John, John, please listen.

Evelyn...

...the Judith Wilson case finished

at 5:
00.

Every phase of it.

Every phase of it.

I'll go with you, Mommy. I'll go.

Now, that's fine.

- Good night, Mommy and Daddy.

- Good night, dear.

Don't cry, Mommy.

I love you better than school

or anything. Don't I, Daddy?

Of course you do and so do I.

Go to sleep, dear.

And you ask God to let you grow up

to be a brave woman like your mommy.

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