Physical Evidence Page #7

What?

-This!

Dealing with the scum

that you do every day.

You don't need this.

And I don't need it, either.

I know you don't.

I'm really, really sorry.

He broke my rolex.

Wit...

Witnesses for the...

Oh.

Witnesses

for the defense will show

that many individuals

had both motive

and opportunity

to kill Jake farley.

The testimony will

show that an array of criminals

had made vows of revenge

against Joe Paris

for his key role

in putting them behind bars.

Many of these are

convicted murderers

with a grudge

against Jake farley as well.

But we do not

have to prove Joe was framed.

He remains innocent

until the prosecution

proves him guilty.

Please, always remember

that, ladies and gentlemen,

while we present

an alibi witness

who will testify

that Joe Paris was

nowhere near the scene

of Jake farley's murder.

And this witness

has a lot to lose

by coming forth.

The defense calls

Deborah Quinn.

Deborah Quinn.

I thought we weren't

going to involve her.

We have no choice, Joe.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear that the testimony

you are about to give

is the truth,

the whole truth

and nothing but the truth,

so help you God?

I do.

-We can't hear you, ma'am.

Yes, I do.

Could you please

state your name and address?

Deborah Quinn.

831 Hillside Park.

Ms. Quinn, how long have

you known the defendant?

Almost 2 years.

Could you please describe your

relationship with him?

We're friends.

Good friends.

On the night

of September 23rd,

could you please

describe what you did,

starting about 5:00 p. M?

On the night of

September 23rd?

Yes.

Well, on the night

of September 23rd, I was...

Go on.

Ms. Quinn?

I was

with my husband, Vincent.

Your honor,

I move for a mistrial.

Denied.

Your honor, the district attorney

must know what's going on

by bringing in

this woman's husband.

Order.

Your motion has

been denied, counselor.

I move for a brief recess.

Any objection, Mr. nicks?

Then considering the hour

and with the holiday

coming up,

this court will adjourn

for 3 days,

next to resume

this coming Tuesday.

All rise.

Here ye, here ye, here ye.

She's a dead woman.

We have until next Tuesday

to solve a big problem,

because right now

we have no case.

She's a dead woman

and you just killed her.

And what's more,

you don't give a damn.

You're my client, dick Tracy.

-Not any more.

Fine.

God save the commonwealth

of Massachusetts.

Miss Hudson. Vincent Quinn,

Deborah's husband.

I wonder if I might speak

to Deborah for a moment.

Oh, of course you can.

But I think, uh, you

might be interested to know

that my wife has told me

everything

about her friendship

with your client.

It was a long time ago

before she met me.

And of course she'd

want to testify on his behalf

at the trial.

However, I cannot allow her

to perjure herself.

I wouldn't want her to, either.

-Miss Hudson, please.

My wife told me

about your idea

to get your client off

with a phony alibi.

My idea?

She couldn't possibly

have been with your client

that night

because she was with me.

I thought you

were out of town.

That's right. We were.

At the Chicago Hyatt.

Both of you?

Both of us.

And I assure you

proper documentation

could be provided

if necessary.

Now, if there is,

uh, anything else we can do,

please don't hesitate

to call.

Sweetheart.

What's wrong now?

What do you mean?

This case is starting to consume you.

I don't like

what you're becoming.

And what am I becoming

that is so intolerable?

Mannish.

Mannish?

-Yeah.

Just because I'm doing

things my way now?

Or is it because I'm involved

with something

that's more important than

your almighty stock swindles?

That's uncalled for.

What are you talking about?

Oh, come off of it, Kyle.

You look down

on street people like Joe

as though what you are doing

isn't corruption.

What do you call

junk bonds, sweetheart?

Junk bonds! What...

You hide behind

carefully worded

s. E.C. Boilerplate.

And you sell sh*t

to the public

any idiot can see

will never be paid back.

Sh*t?

-But your hands are clean.

Because a battalion

of corporate lawyers

keeps you immoral pricks

out of jail.

Really?

You feel better?

After all I've done

for you?

I suppose you found me

in the gutter, Kyle.

And I should be so grateful for

everything you've done for me.

No, no, I just don't think

you should be ungrateful.

You know, there are

lots of women who'd

love to be in your shoes.

You get one.

Wait a minute, jenzer.

That name belongs

on a polo pony.

You know something?

You're the snob, not me.

You think some unwashed

has-been detective killer

is somehow morally

superior to me.

I think everyone is morally

superior to you, Kyle.

You can't take

the competition, can you?

Because I'm successful

and you're not, you resent me.

Think about that.

You're right, Kyle.

You're too good for me.

I'm moving out.

Don't be ridiculous.

I am so tired

of being ridiculous.

We're through.

I won't be needing

those anymore anyway.

I'm off the case.

Stop it!

Come back here!

Give them to me!

Hold it.

Leave me alone.

Are you ok?

What was

on the tapes?

Get out of here, cop.

I'd say your ribs are broken.

No kidding?

Leave him alone.

All right. You better

call a doctor.

How many have you

got for me today, strickler?

A full gross, farley.

I'll take the refrigerators,

the microwaves.

I'll give you $2,000.

This stuff's worth 5.

Fence it yourself, officer.

Make it $2,500, farley.

Look, I don't need some cop's sh*t

to stay in business.

I'm doing you a favor

moving this stuff.

$2,000. Take it or leave it.

Ok.

Go for it,

you son of a b*tch!

Ok, I got you.

Relax, relax, Joe. Relax.

What are you

doing, man?

Would you just

calm down?

Joe, this has got nothing

to do with you.

Come on!

-All I wanted was this.

This is old news, Joe.

I've been straight for 10 years.

Bullshit!

-No, listen to me!

It was one thing

for farley to blackmail me,

but now his f***ing kid

has taken over.

Only the kid wants twice

what the old man collected.

He wanted to take over

the business

and he couldn't wait.

So he killed his old man.

Give me the tape.

Ok.

I'm gonna put

a hole in your head!

It slipped, man.

I swear to God, it slipped.

I didn't kill him, Joe.

It wasn't me.

What are you

doing here?

I'm unfiring you.

Oh, why?

Sometimes I can be

a bit of an a**hole.

Look,

I didn't do it.

You didn't, did you?

I need your help.

I need yours.

Where do you

want these?

Anywhere.

Deborah says

she was in Chicago

with her husband the night

farley was killed.

Sure.

I understand

your feelings

about Deborah, but I think

she and her husband

are involved in this.

Couples talk.

There's no telling

how much.

From what I know about Vincent,

he didn't do it.

Unless he had

a personal reason.

You're fishing.

-Yeah, I guess.

What are you doing?

I'm moving out.

Oh, yeah?

About time.

I don't wanna talk

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