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on cases like these

is that

they don't play God.

Now, you take my advice,

plead the case

and get it over with.

Oh, my God!

You think I did this?

The door was open.

Just get out of here.

I think maybe

I owe you an explanation.

Not now.

I didn't tell you about

the war record

'cause I didn't think

it mattered.

Just like Lou's perjury

didn't matter?

Deborah Quinn didn't matter?

And the tapes didn't matter?

I need to believe

in you, Joe.

And I don't.

You are lying

to me.

I lied to keep somebody alive.

-No more.

All right. Come on. I'll tell you

whatever you need to know.

No. I'll tell you

what you need to know.

Get out of my house now!

Is this it?

-Yes!

I think she asked

you to leave, dude.

This must be his gucciness.

You know, I got a mind

to bust you in the mouth.

Kyle, you don't

want to do that.

Did you bring this trash

into my house?

That's enough! Both of you!

God, now what?

Police officers!

Hey, what's going on here?

Do you have a search warrant?

Got any new tapes, Joe?

-What tapes?

I'd like to

file a complaint.

I'm his lawyer.

-Are you his lawyer, too?

No, I'm his lawyer.

-Who is he? I live here.

Do you know this man?

-I'd like to file a complaint.

Will you shut up?

-What's the complaint?

The mink on his

jockstrap is molting.

You wanna look into that?

He's clean.

-Thanks. Now what is your problem?

Who did it for you, Joe?

-Did what?

I want this conversation

to take place somewhere else.

Go upstairs and draw

yourself a bath.

That's enough, Paris.

-You know, you're gonna get clocked.

Shut up and listen!

Somebody took a big interest

in the tape collection

at farley's house.

Helped himself to quite a few.

-Maybe the dick-face kid?

No, it was not

the dick-face kid.

He wasn't home.

The alarm went off.

So whoever it was didn't find

out what he wanted.

Obviously

he came here, too.

Now, do you have

any new information

I should know about?

You do not have

to answer that.

I don't believe this.

I thought you

weren't tailing anybody, nix.

Yeah, why don't you search

my house or search my car?

We have.

We were having a very nice

conversation here,

my attorney and I,

before you came in.

And if you don't mind,

we'd like to continue.

It's your funeral.

Have a nice evening.

By the way, he's offered

you a deal.

Oh, yeah,

what kind of deal?

Plea-bargain

down to murder 2.

Parole in 3 years.

Mind if I smoke?

No.

-Yes.

Don't you dare

light that cigarette.

He's lighting

a cigarette.

Kyle, can we talk

about this some other time?

What did the defendant,

Joe Paris, say then?

He said that farley had gone

too far this time.

Somebody's

gotta take him out.

And by "take him out"

you understood him to mean?

Kill him.

So you heard Joe Paris,

on September 21st

predict that somebody

was going to kill Jake farley.

That was 2 days before

Mr. farley was murdered?

Yeah.

I wonder

how he knew that?

Objection.

-Sustained. G. nicks.

No further questions.

Mr. reugger, didn't you state

your profession as cab driver?

Yeah. Well,

it's mainly cab driving.

But on occasion

you have gone on errands

for the deceased,

Mr. farley?

Yeah, I go on errands

for lots of people,

including Joe, when he was

with the Boston p. D. It's what I do.

Oh, come on, Mr. reugger. I mean,

you have been paid considerably more

than cab fare for making

certain deliveries

to Mr. farley's associates.

Your honor, Mr. reugger's

not on trial here.

No one says he is.

You may answer the question.

Uh, yeah, I made deliveries

to farley's associates.

You ever heard any

of these associates

speak ill of Mr. farley?

Speak ill of him?

Yeah, well, they all, uh,

spoke ill of him.

You ever heard any of them

express the opinion

that the world would be

a better place

with Mr. farley

removed from it?

I guess, yeah.

In fact, Mr. reugger,

have you ever heard

Mr. farley's son,

Matthew farley,

express dissatisfaction

with the way his father

ran his business?

Farley was not very

well liked, you know.

Oh. Why?

He didn't run his life

like it was a popularity

contest, you know.

How did he run

his life, Mr. reugger?

Did he ever

double-cross a friend?

I guess. Yeah.

Did he ever cheat an associate?

-Yes.

Did he ever inform

on fellow criminals?

Objection.

Did he ever

inform on fellow

business associates?

We need to hear your answer,

Mr. reugger.

Yeah, well, he ratted.

He stole.

Anything to make a buck.

I-I-I'm not telling you

anything new.

Did he sell cocaine

at his club?

Yeah.

Prostitutes

at his club?

Yeah, yeah.

And did Jake farley

also blackmail people?

Your honor, I object.

Let me rephrase

the question.

Mr. reugger,

did Jake farley ever

blackmail you?

You didn't tell me

this was gonna happen!

Your honor.

Order.

The witness will

answer the question.

Yeah, he had stuff on me.

You mean

he blackmailed you?

Yeah.

Mr. reugger,

have you ever said

anything unkind,

hateful or derogatory

about Jake farley?

Yes. Everybody I know did.

Now, Mr. reugger,

considering everything

you and other people

have said about Jake farley,

were the comments of Joe Paris

anywhere near as strong

as the others?

Not really. No.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Witness may step down.

Your honor,

may we sidebar?

Yes, counselor.

Last night the state

gained new evidence

which sheds

significant light

on this case.

Your honor,

it's inadmissible.

If you'll notice paragraph 3 here,

the underlined part.

I can read,

Mr. nicks.

Yes, your honor.

This thing is

nearly 20 years old.

Yes, your honor,

but it shows...

The man's a war hero.

You want to enter

that into your case?

It shows a pattern. A specific

method of killing.

Were you ever

in the service, Mr. nicks?

No, your honor.

Take this away,

if you don't mind.

You think

you're such hot sh*t.

You dropped something.

Farley, you had

better get out of here

before you get

into serious trouble.

You think you're

so high and mighty.

You think you can

do anything you want.

You're trying

to ruin my reputation,

and ruin my club.

-Club?

Business is dying

because of your little act.

I got nobody in there

because of you

and your Joe Paris.

Mr. farley, this is not

the way to handle things.

I know how to handle things.

I've handled

everything so far.

Just you remember,

lady, I know

how to handle things.

Jen?

Let go of me!

What's going on?

Who is this?

-Forget it. Just go inside.

No. What do you want, huh?

-Kyle, don't.

No, no. You got

some business here, huh?

You got

some business here?

Leave him alone!

Your woman's

a vulture, man.

She lives off dead meat.

Get out.

-She's garbage.

Get out of here!

Now!

Kyle, are you hurt?

Kyle, are you ok?

Did you see that?

He tried to kill me.

Kyle, please.

Come in the house.

Who the hell...

Who the hell was that?

Jake farley's son.

I'm gonna sue

the bastard.

Come in. Just...

Calm down.

-Is this worth it?

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