Physical Evidence

Help!

Please, help!

Paris?

Rise and shine!

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Hey.

Joe!

-Huh?

You all right?

Hello, Kenny.

What time is it? Huh?

You look like sh*t.

Well, at least my socks match.

Yeah, well,

I had to get up early.

Oh, sh*t.

What did you do

to your head?

I don't know.

Somebody hit this place?

Mind if we look around

and see?

Yeah, go ahead.

Where'd you get

that a**hole for a partner?

Yeah, you know.

-Look, has-been,

I didn't throw my partner

through a plate glass window

trying to protect some beaner

in the act of committing a felony.

Beaner? Well,

that beaner was unarmed.

Well, he had a rap sheet

longer than my dick.

Never been arrested, huh?

Go ahead, laugh.

I'm not on suspension.

I'm not the one

living on food stamps.

So, listen, Joe.

We got a problem.

Jake farley's dead.

Great. He was a real scumbag.

Somebody slit his throat

with a wire.

You got any leads?

I hear things have been slow for you

since Dwight busted your ass. -Well.

How you fixed

for money? You ok?

Ah, great.

You got a cigarette?

You know, I, uh, I never agreed

with what they did to you.

I'd like to help

you out, Kenny.

Whoever iced farley

did us all a favor.

This your shirt, Paris?

-No, I take in laundry.

Yeah, it's my shirt.

The cuffs.

I found it behind

the refrigerator.

There's somethin' else.

Having trouble

with your garbage, Joey?

We found your name

in farley's pocket.

This is a setup.

Joe Paris, you are under arrest

for the murder of Jake farley.

Knock it off.

-Come on, take it easy.

You have the right

to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used

against you

in a court of law. You have

the right to speak to an attorney.

Yeah, yeah, I know it.

-Come on, he knows it all by heart,

for Christ's sake.

-You have the right to have an attorney

present before any questioning.

If you cannot

afford an attorney,

one will be appointed for you,

without charge, by the court.

Do you understand

each and every one

of these rights I've explained

to you, has-been?

Easy, easy, take it easy.

It's over for you, Paris.

You're finished.

All right,

all right, all right.

Don't do anything stupid, public

defender's office. May I help you?

Some a**hole jumps off

the Tobin bridge

with Jake farley ridin' the rope

with him.

The d. A.'S been after

that sleazebag, Farley,

for years. Some guy

should get a medal

for saving public funds.

The only trouble is,

the guy's a cop.

They just put the make

on Joe Paris,

who most of you know.

-Oh, yes.

Joe's on suspension,

so this case is going to draw

a lot of heat. City hall

just called

and laid it on us. Who's gonna be

the lucky guy?

Well, here we go again, girls.

"Who's the lucky guy?"

By the way, guy is spelled

a-s-s-h-o-l-e.

Kravitz, you and Samson

have the most experience

with this sh*t. Which

one of you wants it?

Wait a minute, Brannigan.

-What's your problem, Hudson?

My problem is, my last 3 cases

have been a postman

bitten by a poodle, some

first-time grass smokers,

and a derelict knocking

quarters out of a parking meter.

Brannigan,

the lucky ladies in this office

get every sh*t detail coming down.

-Yeah, Brannigan.

I've been here for 2 years,

and I want this case.

I am better

than Kravitz or Samson.

Oh, mama.

-The defendant is entitled

to better than one of

your old poker pals defending him.

You know, Paris really deserves

one of these broads, Brannigan.

It's a great way

to get rid of the hot-head.

Pretty tough on us to put our heart

into keepin' Paris out of jail.

Come on, Brannigan. Putting

one of these burnt-out

hacks on the case is

a travesty of justice.

Hey, Kravitz, do I look

like a burnt-out case?

Well, you do look

a little grey around the gills.

All right, all right, Hudson,

but you'd better deliver.

Because my tail's

gonna be in a crack for

not puttin' one of

the old pros on this.

I am better

than one of your old pros.

Yeah, from your mouth

to God's ear.

Ooh, wow.

Good luck.

Whoo!

15 minutes, Joe.

Joe Paris,

I'm Jennifer Hudson,

your attorney.

I'm extremely busy right now,

and we only have a short time.

So let's get started.

Tell me,

what happened last night?

You do talk?

Where's Meyer?

Mr. Meyer

took a corporate job.

Don't worry.

I'm smarter than Meyer.

I got you.

-I didn't know I was so popular.

Oh, you're

a celebrity downtown.

You don't find many

liberal cops these days.

Oh, yeah? Is that

what you think I am?

My partner

shot an unarmed man.

I just nudged him a little.

You nudged him

through a plate glass window.

And 6 months ago,

assaulting a police captain?

You realize your history

of violent assault

does not make

our case any easier.

But I can help you.

Who dresses you

in the morning?

Be nice, Mr. Paris.

Remember,

your ass is in my hands.

Tell me about last night.

There's something very strange

about a wealthy chick like you

defending a trickle-down case

like mine.

It sounds dangerously

like a hobby.

A public defender

wearing a rolex.

Your insecurity

is not my problem.

The watch is a gift

from my fiance.

You don't wear a ring.

-Real detective.

I got the watch instead.

Well, send me somebody

that works for a living.

F*** you,

you arrogant a**hole!

Nice.

It's my a**hole, lady.

It's my career.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

How'd you get to be

a public defender, anyway?

I got a late start.

I blew 5 years

in the peace corps.

Welfare.

-And I want the courtroom experience.

Well, get it with somebody else.

You don't know anything about me, lady.

Yes, I do.

I know you're a cop,

accused of murder one.

You have a violent temper.

And you have a history

of problems with authority.

But I can get you off.

The minute I don't shine

for you, you can fire me.

But I'll be damned

if you're gonna pass on me

because of the way I dress.

That's not me.

This is me, guts and brains.

You cannot do any better.

Dear God,

a vassar version of Tarzan.

Fine.

I was getting you

out of here tomorrow.

Your bail bondsman friend,

Delmar Fraser,

agreed to put up bail.

He says he owes you.

But if you're not

interested...

How do you know delmar?

-I do my homework.

Now, shall we talk

about last night?

Sure.

I don't remember.

Don't stonewall me, Paris.

I'm not. I got drunk.

It's happened before.

I passed out.

You don't

remember anything?

No, nothing.

Who had reason

to kill farley?

Lots of people. He had

lots of things on lots of people.

Did he have

anything on you?

No. Friends of mine.

You knew him?

Yeah. Well,

he was a snitch.

You know,

I used him on busts.

How well

did you know him?

I used to shake him down

a little when he got out of line.

What do you mean,

"shake him down?"

Well, slap him around,

you know.

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