Legally Blondes Page #7

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No more questions.

Isabelle Woods,

you may present your case.

A Jansport Hampton X25 backpack.

A high-end model that Mr. Lopez

and one other Pac Prep student uses.

The counsel will note that the prosecution

has one such backpack under their table.

Miss Donohugh, may I see

the key to your backpack?

Obviously, I object.

This is ridiculous.

Just give her the key, and Iet's move on.

As I will show,

this brand of backpack

comes with a factory key.

Any of which can open any other version

of the same backpack.

Proving that anyone

with this style of backpack

could've used their key

to gain access to Chris'...

I mean, Mr. Lopez's backpack,

stealing his triple-zero key

and committing the crime.

That's my backpack key.

Are you so desperate that you're...

I'm simply stating a fact. Thank you.

Well, whoop-dee-doo!

What, did my Iittle backpack roll itself over

and put the cheat sheet beneath your desk?

Miss Woods, please continue.

The defense is calling Mr. Whitley.

You can call me Justin, babe.

And you can call me Miss Woods.

Mr. Whitley, where were you

right before the fire alarm

was mysteriously pulled?

I was in the back of the classroom,

sharpening my pencil.

You done with the sharpener?

Right next to you.

Oh, that's true.

I need to confirm with my co-counsel.

Oops!

Now what? It's all we've got.

Fingerprint stuff?

Oh, it's so inconclusive. They'll Iaugh at us.

I'm finished.

We've got nothing convincing.

We might as well just give up.

Thanks for trying to help.

It's such a shame, isn't it?

Beaten by smarmy gits that flounce around

in $400 hand-painted trainers.

Oh, my gosh. Vivek's pictures.

Of course! It makes perfect sense.

Tick-tock, Iadies.

If you're ready to end this thing,

I think we are all ready to ask...

For a recess!

You can't!

Par section 4.4B,

we are allowed one, ma'am.

Tear this place apart.

We've got to find those photos.

The ones with the Iittle red marks

under Mr. Golden's desk.

I got 'em!

There on the floor.

Scuff marks.

Justin's one-of-a-kind,

red-sneaker scuff marks.

Look, this is Mr. Golden's paper.

It's his morning paper.

It's got the date right in the headline.

This evidence has its own time stamp.

It's the smoking gun.

For safekeeping.

Look.

Maybe they aren't as cool

as they are in court.

Let's go.

You're going to have

to get Justin to break on the stand, Izzy.

Oh, I'll make him break, all right, Iike a...

Oh, my pen.

Enjoy public school, Woodsy.

Hello?

Where is she?

Recess is over.

I call this trial back

to session, Miss Woods.

Chop-chop.

Where's Izzy?

Annie, you gotta take this over.

Time's running out.

I can't.

Not in front of all these people.

Well?

Miss Woods, if you

have nothing more to say,

I presume the defense rests,

and the verdict can be rendered.

Come on, Annie, you have

the evidence, now nail 'em.

Go to your happy place.

Go to your happy place.

Miss Woods?

One moment, please, Headmistress.

I'll get Izzy.

Show you who I am

Show you who I am

For the record, Headmistress,

my co-counsel Annie has...

Taken it, I'm afraid.

She won't be assisting me at the moment.

So, if it pleases the court,

I, Isabelle Woods,

would Iike to recall Mr. Whitley.

Just one more time.

Forgive me, I'm blonde.

Where were you

when the fire alarm sounded?

Hello? Can anybody hear me? Hello?

Are you aware

of a fashion trend known as Mutz?

I don't follow fashion.

No need. I'm not that insecure.

Mutz are very expensive trainers.

Sneakers, if you will.

The counsel will note

that Mr. Whitley is wearing

a pair at this very moment.

May I see one?

Whatever floats your boat, blondie.

The Iatest must-have design

comes in a sensational scarlet.

One of the many colors

students have only recently begun to wear

since they Iearned

how to dress around the code.

Because they're hand-painted,

this style of shoe

Ieaves behind a very unique scuff mark.

Chris?

Oh, please. A scuff mark?

That's what we overpay custodians

to mop up.

Mr. Whitley, have you ever been inside

Mr. Golden's private office?

Never.

Are you sure?

I'm positive.

Well then, can you explain

how the exact same scuff marks

came to be on Mr. Golden's floor?

I object!

What exact same scuff marks?

My briefcase. I have tools in my briefcase.

If it pleases the court,

the defense would Iike

to submit photographic evidence...

I've got Izzy's briefcase.

Okay.

This is Annie's briefcase.

I seem to have misplaced...

Does defense have any more

questions for the witness?

He has Iacrosse practice.

Perfect!

Mr. Whitley, what position

do you play on the Iacrosse team?

What position...

Coming through! Excuse me!

Headmistress, I submit Miss Woods

is making a mockery of...

Okay. Okay, I'm back, people!

- What's goin' on?

- Hi.

Sorry. Okay, okay. I'm back.

I need a moment

to consult with my co-counsel.

Izzy, where've you been?

And you Iook flushed.

I was. Long story, Iong story.

What did you do to your hair?

I've been playing you

and really mucked it up.

I'm ready to give up

my ponytail and hand it all back to you.

Annie, you've got this far.

And you've obviously cured

your fear of public speaking.

So keep speaking.

I would Iike to recall Mr. Golden.

Do you recognize these photos?

Yes. This is my office,

and that's my newspaper.

Miss Woods, did you break

into Mr. Golden's office

yet again to obtain these photographs?

This is yet another very serious crime.

Uh...

Yeah, baby

Headmistress, I gave them permission.

Fair access for the accused.

Continue, Miss Woods.

I would Iike to re-recall Mr. Whitley.

Have you ever heard of the Uber code?

No idea what you're talking about.

Urban Iegend perhaps.

There's talk

that the designer of Uber Electronics

has an Uber code.

This code would allow him to gain access

to any computer in the school.

So?

What do I know about Uber Electronics?

I...

Cell phones off, Mr. Whitley.

That's a nice Uber phone, Justin.

I just got it.

I didn't know it was a...

Get to the point, Miss Woods.

This is finally getting interesting.

That Uber phone is brilliant.

But how did you get one,

seeing as they haven't

even hit the market yet?

I've got my connections.

Connections Iike Tiffany Donohugh?

Mr. Whitley, I asked you a question.

Did you receive your Uber phone

from Tiffany Donohugh?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

She's your connection, but she made

you earn that phone, didn't she?

I submit to this court

that you never sharpen your own pencil.

Right before the exam,

you placed yourself at the pencil sharpener,

so that when Mr. Golden Iooked

for his stopwatch Iike he always does,

you snuck out!

It was you, Justin,

who pulled the fire alarm.

Earlier that day, Tiffany had

given you her backpack key,

the same key that would

open Chris'backpack.

You used Tiffany's key to unlock Chris'bag

and steal his triple-zero master key.

While we were all outside for the fire drill,

you headed back into Mr. Golden's office.

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