The Judge Page #4
this morning, alright?
I wished I'd like you more.
- He didn't mean it.
- He didn't mean that.
- I wished he'd died instead of mom.
- Cut it out!
- Jut cut it out!
- Eyes forward, you coward.
That is awful!
He said 'jump', you said 'how high?'.
Pull over the car.
Hey, you shoot your mouth
off too damn much!
Drive and stay with him. What
a f***ing coward you are.
- Should I?
oh god...What were you doing when
they were distributing testicles?
- F***, I'm getting out.
- Good! Good!
Hey, judge, where're you going?
- Indiana penitentiary is this way.
- Smart ass.
Where am...Where were I when they
were distributing testicles?
You know I have to go, right?
Someway, baby, it's part
of me, apart from me.
you're laying waste
to Halloween
...and I while I knew
I was not magnificent.
Strayed above the
highway aisle.
Jagged vacance,
thick with ice.
I could see for
miles, miles, miles
you're here to listen,
not to talk, okay?
You know the great thing about authentic
Mercury glass is the double wall,
you see that in here? Right on the
bottom...England glass company.
What a great find.
Guys...You want to head
upstairs to my office?
you know him, sir?
Yes, I do.
He's tough, he's fair,
full of himself.
He assigned a special
prosecutor, Dwight Dickham,
out of Gary... I don't
know why so far.
The preliminary hearing
is set for next Friday.
We're in a bit of a pickle.
It's pretty straight forward, C.P.
It was dark...
Hold up...
What would you say your stronger suit is?
Old furniture or law, quick?
- Er, well, er...Law, law.
- Law school? / yes.
Yes, you're familiar with the concept
or yes, you've attended one?
Yeah, right, I practice law without going
to a law school...Well, yeah, Valpo.
Valpo? Valparaiso?
It's...Up...My, I Just told her
not to...Cover Valparaiso.
Come on, I hate it when
It's...Er...Here in Indiana,
did you get out of state?
- Northwestern.
- Wow, that's the dandy of a school!
Ever defended in a jury trial?
- Yes, I have.
- Charge?
- Assault.
- Degree? / third.
- Verdict?
- It was a guilty verdict.
Coach Blakelive broke a clipboard
over his quarterback's
the homecoming game.
- now...In his defense, - now, you're
guessing! - John Jr. has his helmet on!
- He Just keeps selling, doesn't he?
- Sit...Down!
Just so you know, summers I interned at
the public defense office in Evansville.
After graduation, I clerked 2 years for
justice Robert, Indiana supreme court.
It sure was, er...Pretty
cool experience.
The word 'wow', is not
friendly in courtroom.
- This is your guy?
If he drops the ball, you're facing
a murder trial, Just so you know.
I'm Gonna get a coffee.
Wow! This is a law suit right here. don't
get sued before you lose your next case.
don't mind him, you're my guy.
Your honor, I'm Gonna to
fight like a badger for you.
You can count on that.
Good morning.
all rise.
The court is in session.
The honorable judge
Sanford Warren presiding.
Be seated.
I understand there's a motion
you'd like to be heard of.
Your honor, the deadline for
filing a change of venue motion
has already come and gone.
a change in circumstance
that Warren's file of
motion is out of time,
say if...Er...County upped
and moved overnight,
barring that, this trial happens
right here in Carlinville.
This is a preliminary
hearing, not a trial.
What's the story, Mr. Dickam,
filing for a change of venue?
Out of curiosity, your honor, if I were to
ask for a change of venue, you'd say what?
You missed the deadline
but I'll consider it.
And then?
Denied it, you missed
your deadline.
No motion, your honor.
We're here to establish
whether there's a probable cause
to find if there's a
motion for trial.
I want to hold a
presentation of evidence
until both sides testified.
After which, I would
hear the arguments.
Without further delay, let's
get started, gentlemen.
Sheriff, after you arrived,
what, what happened?
When I approached the victim,
he was unresponsive.
And at that time, did you
offer any assistance?
- He was dead, son.
- So, no? / that's a no. / great.
Exactly what did Mr.
Palmer tell you?
drove his vehicle.
His 1971 Cadillac he drove?
Correct, on the night
of the accident.
Okay.
Excuse me, excuse me!
- Yeah?
- Sir, are you co-counsel?
- He's not. / no, no.
- Sit and zip it!
Sir, did you form an opinion
as to the cause of death?
Massive internal damage.
Injury consistent of
being struck by a car.
Thank you, Dr. Putney. No
further questions, sir.
Cross examination, Mr. Kennedy?
Er, no further, er, no
questions, your honor.
So you were working that
night at the mini mart
when you saw judge Palmer and Mr.
Blackwell?
They were both by the cooler.
Did you see Them
make eye contact?
Yeah, I saw Mr. Blackwell and
judge Palmer make eye contact.
- And then what did judge Palmer do?
- Dropped his eggs...
- I say out! Bailor, get rid of him!
- Read that! not my
first time. object! You can't
prove eye contact, idiot!
So...After that did they go out together?
Did you see Palmer...
All rise.
The court is in session, the honorable
judge Sanford Warren presiding.
Be seated.
Based on the testimony of the witnesses
and the evidence presented by Mr. Dickam,
the court finds probable cause
to hold this over to trial.
Jury selection will begin
in one week from today.
See you folks in court.
Judge Joseph Palmer
faces murder trial
agreement from the Gisbon's
coach. - excuse me? - Agreement
from the Gisbon's coach, ten letters.
I allude...
He knows the answer,
yet he answers.
Come in, sit down.
- His home is court...
- Yeah.
Sit down, peacefully,
easily, easily...
Why do you think Dickham
missed the filing deadline
- for change of venue.
- oh, he didn't miss his deadline.
It's a small town. For every 2
you, one wins, one loses, one
loves you, one hates you...
- That's...
- Pretty obvious indeed. Dickam has
no intention of filing,
C.P. Stepped down this morning.
Why?
He said his assistant is more
seasoned and couldn't live
with himself for his lack
of...Experience, cost the case.
Confidentially, what were you
doing in that Choplin road?
There's no route in that mini
mart's home that makes sense.
Wait, wait, wait...
Are you asking if you
could represent me?
Okay...
mini mart, I needed eggs.
The road home was washed up, where
it dips at the state's old mill...
I turned around, stopped
at the light at the state,
then er...
I'm missing time, so...
- Can I borrow your pen?
- Yeah.
To answer your question
now, I'm not asking if
I can represent you, it
doesn't work that way.
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