The Judge Page #10

you against the potential

side effects of chemotherapy?

- Yes. He did.

What are they?

- Nausea, fatigue, loss of appetite,

- delusions, fits of anger/ yes,

- depression...Memory loss?

- No,

- none of that applies to me.

- Really?

What happen to all the cases

you presided over the last 6

months if it would determine

that your mental actuality

- was diminished.

- Objection!

- Counselor is trying to

prejudice the jury. - Overruled.

All those trials, they will be

declared mis-trials, would they not?

- Potentially, yes, - a

stain on your reputation...

You'd do everything to

avoid that, would you not?

No, no, no!

Then, why don't you remember...

Seeing Blackwell that night?

I remember him, I Just

don't recall, uh...

Hitting that son of a b*tch.

What do you remember?

I remember he, er... opened

his disgusting mouth.

What could he had possibly said?

Hey, judge,

sorry to hear about your wife.

You know,

seeing her buried no more

than 15 feet from hope,

I'm not Gonna have to walk too

far to piss on both graves.

He got him.

No,

doesn't add up.

I don't buy it. Can't be the first

time someone has insulted you.

It's your job.

Why did you go easy on

him the first time?

Of all the judges in Indiana,

you're one of the tightest.

You gave him 30 days. He threatened her,

discharged a firearm at her residence,

that's 6 months, a year, easy.

What was your reasoning?

180 days, that's solid,

maybe to cool off.

Maybe he doesn't kill hope

and maybe we'd not be here.

All the years you sat on that

bench, all the people that stood

before you, the leniency...

The understanding, the free

ride, goes to mark Blackwell?

How do you explain that

lapse in judgement?

I looked at him...And saw you.

The same...Wilful disobedience,

the same recklessness,

I looked at him and

saw my middle son,

my little boy.

My good boy.

I watched him cried right there, I wanted

to put my arms around him and tell him that

it didn't have to be like this.

I wanted someone to help him,

like I want someone

to help my boy.

If he lost his way,

it was my chance to be...

That someone, is

that so much to ask?

don't think so...

I have memories...

Of us.

You and me,

and then nothing.

How come?

- Why?

- Why?

Why?

I looked at you and saw him.

Your honor, may the

deputy please approach.

Last question. This man has been your

Bailor for 22 years. What is his name?

You don't know?

I'd like to go home now.

Nothing further, your honor.

Hey.

- Are you okay?

- I don't know.

Depends on the verdict.

I'm Carla's dad, right?

This again? Why, why can't

you Just let it go?

- She's fine.

- Of course she is,

it means it's obvious, she's

born 9 months after I split.

Either that or you

cheated on me.

Either way, it's not fine, just one version

slightly less not fine than the other.

And the thing is...Listen...

I gotta say something. Here it's. I

met Carla at the tavern, blind, ok?

- I went with Dale and Glen and...

- He is her father.

- He who is her father?

- Yea, Glen doesn't know.

- What my...My brother?

- It Just was one time.../ Glen?

Glenn? That f***er, what?

What do you mean what? /

what do you mean Glen

you left!

F*** up! I went to a Metallica concert!

/ and you never came back!

He was broken, he was sweet, he was almost

normal and I needed a little normal!

You know what? That

makes me, what?

A. A...More superior prick

never slipped into his shoes.

Damn it, Hank, I loved you

then and I love you now.

I do. I love how...

you're simultaneously,

the most selfish and the

most generous person I know.

I love how...You hate a bully

while you're being one,

that your constant second-guessing

of others that...

That...Crystal ball bullshit?

That, that, that...That hyper-verbal

vocabulary vomiting that you do...

And Just disappeared

right beside me, Hank.

Say it again.

All of it?

- Yep...?

- Jury entering, all rise.

Be seated.

Mr. foreman, have you

reached a verdict?

We have, your honor.

What say you in the matter of the state

of Indiana versus Mr. Joseph Palmer

on the charge of

first degree murder?

We find the defendant

not guilty.

And on lesser included charge

of voluntary manslaughter?

We find the defendant...Guilty.

Order.

Move for sentencing, your honor?

This case has been the

most tragic occurrence

as I'm required to impose

an appropriate sentence

but as you know, all too

well, sir, that's the job.

I therefore sentencing you to

serve four years in state prison.

Sentencing to be

begin forthwith.

Deputy, please take judge

Palmer into custody.

Order!

Dad, dad.

- Dad.

- Yeah.

I've always been proud

of you, always.

Listen to me, you're a

strong man, not a boy, okay?

I need you to look after

your brother for me,

can you do that?

Ok, dad.

This camera, it was

a buffer for you.

Use it

- but you don't need it.

- Ok, dad.

Okay...

Ladies and gentlemen

of the jury,

I thank you for your service, you're

excused, this court is adjourned.

- Do you expect an appeal?

- Nah!

You know, 90% of the

country believe in ghosts?

Less than a third

believes in evolution?

35% can correctly identify homer Simpson

and the fictional town he resides.

Less than 1% knows the

man forgot Marshall.

But, when you put 12 Americans together

in a jury and ask for justice.

Something hard to

believe happens.

More often than not,

they get it right.

You know, uh,

6 weeks we prep Burke's mistress

for the infamous Hank Palmer cross

and you...You went easy on her.

I did?

- Might cost you your job.

- Well, you know, win or lose,

even it's...

And when you're on a streak.

....Stick with it.

Indiana prison seven

months later.

Petition for

compassionate release.

Sign here and here

to take possessions.

You look good, you warm enough?

- Yeah.

- Too warm?

Mackerel.

Glen and Dale have gone

for some more bait.

Remember you used to

bring these home?

Yeah.

- Give me some,

- here...

Give me some to take home too.

There you go.

You little gremlins,

you inhaled these,

- remember?

- Sure!.

Inhaled Them, Haha.

Until Dale failed to fill it out

and ruined it for everybody.

Yeah...

Your mother nailed him for it.

/ um...Hmm... f***ing Dale!

He is the greatest!

- You want some water?

- No.

Remember what you said to me if

you thought I had one on me?

'Where's my beetle

honey, old man?"

- Worked every time.

- Yeah.

- You are...

- I am? / yeah / what?

The question you asked me about

the best lawyer and all...

You picked a fellow

you work with,

I'll choose you.

You know...

Glen could have really

been something.

- No doubt about it.

- Yeah...

Yep...

5 bucks I'll catch a

sunfish before you.

Feeling lucky...

Come on, come on.

Nothing.

Dad?

Dad?

- Close your eyes.

- All right.

Green and orange,

close Them, come on.

One, two and three. Close,

closing, closing...

You didn't make it...

Again, one, two...

Thanks for doing this,

it's nice.

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