Your pal just drove into town, Mr. McCarthy.
I'll have one more, Toybo.
I'm afraid I'll have to pay my bar bill tomorrow.
You're good with me, Mr. McCarthy. Thank you, Toybo.
Good night, Toybo. Good night, Mr. McCarthy.
Operator, I want...
...489 Thunder Bay. I want to speak to Mrs. Manion.
This is Paul Biegler speaking. Iron City 700.
- Will they know when she'll be there? No, they don't.
I see. You just leave a message. Tell her to call this number.
What do you say there, Counsellor? Save your money.
What's in the brown paper bag? It might be a cabbage head.
But it wouldn't be.
You're a very suspicious man.
I'm everlastingly suspicious of...
...andlor fascinated by...
...the contents of brown paper bags.
Can I sneak a peek? You do that, Counsellor.
You do that.
After you sneak a peek, why, you uncork whatever you find.
Shall I pour?
Your privilege. My pleasure, sir.
You fought this soldier by yourself. You've been drinking alone, Pauly.
I don't like that.
Drop the stone, Counsellor. You live in a glass house.
My windows were busted a long time ago, so I can say as I please.
Have an Italian cigar? No, thanks.
Those stinkweeds are another sign of your decadence.
Pauly, it's a fact.
Since Mitch Lodwick beat you out of the office of public prosecutor...
...you haven't been worth salt for peanuts. Not that I don't understand how you feel.
A man who gets beat out of an office he's held for a long time...
...feels his community has deserted him. The finger of scorn is pointed at him.
None but the lonely hearts shall know my anguish.
Pauly, you are a good lawyer. You ought to make like one.
Be here ready for clients, not fishing...
...and playing that rooty-tooty jazz.
I'm making a living.
I run a few abstracts and divorce Jane Doe from John Doe every once in a while.
Threaten a few deadbeats. And in the evening I sit around...
...and drink bourbon whiskey and read law with Parnell Emmitt McCarthy.
One of the world's great men.
That was a kind word, Pauly. You know, I might have been.
That's one of the reasons I hate to see your talent pushed aside by lesser men.
I look at you and see myself years ago, with the same love for the smell...
...of the old brown books in a dusty office.
Here's a rose, a lily...
...a sweet lupine.
The United States Supreme Court Reports.
What shall we read this evening, Counsellor?
How about a little Chief Justice Holmes?
Restrain Chief Justice Holmes for a minute. I might have a client. Waiting for a call.
- Hello? Mr. Biegler?
This is Paul Biegler speaking. Hello, Mrs. Manion?
- What? Mr. Biegler?
I'm sorry I missed you. Did you get my message?
Who? What is that name?
Just a minute, please. We seem to have a bad connection.
It's a woman named Manion. Maida took a message from her.
In Thunder Bay? If she wants you to represent her husband, say yes.
I don't know what it's all about. Pretend you do and say yes.
- Hello? Mr. Biegler?
This is much better now. Yes, I can hear you fine.
I waited for your call all afternoon.
Yes, well, I just got in a few moments ago.
You've read about my husband? Muffy, please.
Mr. Biegler, have you read about my husband?
Yes, I have. A little.
Will you defend him?
I don't know. I'd have to know more about it.
Will you talk to him?
He's in the county jail. Will you see him in the morning?
He's very anxious to see you. You've been so highly recommended.
Yes, someone told him about you. Will you see him?
I suppose I could. I'll see him tomorrow morning.
- Would you want me there, too? I think that would be fine.
Let's make it about 10:00.
- Thank you so much. You're quite welcome.
What's this all about?
A man named Barney Quill raped Mrs. Manion.
Her husband is a lieutenant in the Army.
There's a base in Thunder Bay, gunnery or something.
The lieutenant goes to Quill's place and plugs Quill about five times...
...which causes Quill to die of lead poisoning.
When? A couple of nights ago.
If you hadn't been out fishing in some godforsaken place, you'd have known.
Good morning, Maida.
There it is. What?
The newspaper. I thought maybe they didn't bring it.
We haven't paid the bill. Did you get my note?
We may be in the case. I'm reading up on it now...
...before talking to Lt. Manion.
Doesn't he ever go home?
You mean Parnell? We were up late last night.
Is that a fact?
I think maybe you'd better cancel all my appointments for today.
What appointments? People think you've migrated to the woods.
If this refrigerator gets more fish in it...
...it'll swim upstream and spawn all by itself.
May I have your attention for a moment, please?
I went over your cheque-book yesterday. I can't pay me my salary.
What happened to the fee for the Walkers' divorce?
Help salt a uranium mine or something?
I bought a few bare necessities.
Like a new outboard motor. I wish I could be classed as a necessity.
Aren't you going to have any toast? No.
I'll call you. Let you know how things are going.
Now, don't let him pay you off in Purple Hearts.
Those professional soldiers never have a dime.
I ought to know, I was married to one.
Pardon me. Are you Mrs. Manion?
Hi. I'm Paul Biegler.
I'm Laura. How do you do?
This is Muff. Hello, Muff.
The jail's right here.
Hello, Pauly. Hi, Sulo.
You wait here, Muffy.
Good to see you. How're you feeling?
Fine. I guess you've come for the soldier boy?
Yes. Do you think we could talk in the sheriff's office?
Sure, I'll bring him down.
Would you mind taking your glasses off, Mrs. Manion?
Gee-whiz. Barney Quill do that to you?
More than that. You should see. All over.
You can put them back on, if it's more comfortable for you.
This is Pauly Biegler. This is the bucko, Pauly.
Lt. Manion? Hello, there.
Hi, Manny. Hello, Laura.
I wonder if you could meet me down at my office about 2:00 p.m.
It's 305 West Barnham.
Of course. Fine.
Is there anything I can get you, hon? I'm all right, hon.
Right in here.
Wanted: The Big 10.
They got the 10 best-dressed dames, the 10 top teams, the 10 top tunes...
...and now the 10 most-wanted.
Don't knock it. That's the American dream.
Those boys made the grade.
You were the district attorney around here, weren't you?
Yes. Ten years.
What's your experience as a defence lawyer?
Not very much.
How do I know you can handle my case?
I guess you don't know. Shall we talk about it?
I suppose so.
Come on. Don't be so bored.
You know, it might very well be that no lawyer can "handle" your case...
...if you mean getting off scot-free.
You seem to be forgetting: Barney Quill raped my wife.
I have the unwritten law on my side.
The unwritten law is a myth.
There is no such thing as the unwritten law.
Anyone who commits murder on the theory it does exist...
...has bought himself room and board in the state penitentiary.
Maybe for life.
With that in mind, perhaps we can proceed with a few questions and answers that...
Can I borrow your lighter?
We can proceed with a few questions...
...that might be of some help in your defence.
But probably won't be.
That's a nice lighter.
How old are you? Twenty-eight.
How long have you been in the service? Since '50.
Have you seen any action? Korea.
Do you have any decorations? Plenty.
Is this your first marriage? No.
You're not on the witness stand.
You don't have to answer yes or no. Just give me the matrimonial rundown.
Is this necessary?
I'll be the judge of that.
My first wife divorced me. Charged cruelty.
Eating crackers in bed, you know, the usual stuff.
The truth was, she found another guy when I was in Korea.
I met Laura four years ago, in Georgia. We were married right after her divorce.
Did you know the husband?
He was in my outfit down there.
You mean you were buddies?
I'll withdraw the question. That's a little old-fashioned.
Have there been any children by or from any of these marriages?
No. Any present prospects?
Not unless Barney Quill started something.
What kind of a gun did you use on Quill?
War souvenir. Luger. The police have it now.
I suppose you've read the newspaper stories about your case?
Some of them.
Are they substantially correct? Yes.
And you didn't see Quill rape and beat your wife?
No. When she got back to the trailer, she told me what had happened.
How long was it before you went to Quill's and killed him?
I don't know exactly. Maybe an hour.
The newspapers say your wife volunteered to take a lie-detector test.
Know anything about this?
Only what I read and what she told me.
Do you know how the lie-detector test turned out?
They didn't tell her. Yes, Sulo?
Pauly, we got lunch served for the jail. Do you want to eat with us?
Does your sister still cook for the jail? Sure, she cooks.
You give her my compliments, Sulo. I've got a luncheon date downtown.
Nice going... I'll be back after lunch.
I'm sorry if I offended you a while ago.
No, you're not.
Come on, bucko.
Pass the salt, Pauly.
Did you give the lieutenant the well-known lecture?
If you mean, "Did I coach him into a phoney story?" No.
Maybe you're too pure, Paul. Too pure for the natural impurities of the law.
Could be that you owe the lieutenant a chance to find a defence.
You might guide him, show him the way and let him decide if he wants to take it.
Want some salt? No, I'm not ready.
I'm not the right lawyer for this fellow. He's insolent, hostile.
You don't have to love him, just defend him.
What's the matter, don't you need a fee?
You know something? I think you might be a little bit afraid.
Afraid of what? That you might get licked.
You know, there's only one thing more devious than a Philadelphia lawyer...
...and that's an Irish lawyer. Pass the salt.
Put it down!
Hello, there. I usually answer to the name Paul.
Are we gonna have some more jokes?
Not unless you want to be the comic.
I brought you some cigarettes. Thanks.
Fine. Now, Lieutenant...
...there are four ways I can defend murder.
Number 1: It wasn't murder. It was suicide or accidental.
Number 2: You didn't do it. Number 3: You were legally justified.
Like protecting your home or self-defence.
Number 4: The killing was excusable.
Where do I fit into this rosy picture?
I'll tell you where you don't fit. You don't fit in any of the first three.
Why wouldn't I be legally justified in killing the man who raped my wife?
The time element.
If you'd caught him in the act, the shooting might be justified. But you didn't.
You had time to get the police. You didn't do that, either.
You're guilty of murder, premeditated and with vengeance.
That's first-degree murder in any court of law.
So I should plead guilty? When I advise you to cop out, you'll know.
Cop out? That's plead guilty and ask for mercy.
If you're not telling me to cop out, what are you telling me?
I'm not telling you to do anything.
I just want you to understand the letter of the law.
Go on. Go on with what?
Whatever it is you're getting at.
You're very bright.
Let's see how really bright you can be.
Well, I'm working at it.
Because your wife was raped, you'll have a favourable atmosphere in the courtroom.
The sympathy will be with you if all the facts are true.
What you need is a legal peg...
...so the jury can hang up their sympathy in your behalf.
You follow me? Yes.
What's your legal excuse, Lieutenant?
What's your legal excuse for killing Barney Quill?
Not justification, huh?
Just excuse, huh?
What excuses are there?
How should I know? You're the one that plugged Quill.
I must've been mad.
How's that? I said I must've been mad.
A bad temper's no excuse.
I mean, I must've been crazy.
Am I getting warmer?
Okay, Sulo. I'm going...
Am I getting warmer?
I'll tell you that after I've talked to your wife.
In the meantime, see if you can remember just how crazy you were.
Is Mrs. Manion here yet?
She's been waiting quite a while.
She's been through all your albums from Dixieland to Brubeck.
What do you think of her?
Soft, easy. The kind men like to take advantage of, and do.
Did you get any money?
I haven't decided to take the case yet. You surprise me, sometimes.
Why? I've been around.
I hope you don't mind. I think we'd better talk.
You're a funny kind of a lawyer. The music, I mean.
Aren't lawyers supposed to like music?
Not that kind of music.
I guess that settles it. I'm a funny kind of a lawyer.
Where's your home, Mrs. Manion? Where'd you go to school?
Where did you grow up?
No place in particular. We moved around. My father was a boomer.
Construction boomer. Building dams mostly. Call me Laura.
Is your family still alive, Laura? No.
I have some cigarettes around here someplace.
Want a cigarette? No, I wanted to offer you one.
You could light it for me. Oh, yes.
That's just like your husband's, isn't it?
He gave me this because I liked the one he had. He's like that.
He gives me presents all the time.
You have a happy marriage?
What went wrong with the first marriage?
What went wrong is when I went for Manny.
That's honest enough. It was more than just that.
Like I told you, I grew up on the move, and Jack, my first husband...
...didn't like to move.
He wouldn't even take a transfer.
I was really bored. Manny likes to go. We're always going.
Whenever we get the chance. We've been all over.
Water? Or would a beer do?
I think a beer would do fine.
Bring me a bottle of beer, will you?
Are you married? No.
What do you do alone in this house if you aren't married?
It's a family home. I'm the last of the family...
There you are. Thank you.
Aren't you having one? No, not right now.
There you are.
Could Muff have a little? In that ashtray, maybe? He loves beer.
You want a beer for the dog?
Well, here we are.
He'll go to sleep now.
Isn't he cute? Yeah.
Well, how about it? Are you ready?
I mean, are you ready to tell me the story?
I know what you mean.
Suppose you tell me everything you told the state police...
...plus, everything you didn't tell the state police.
Where shall I begin?
What time did you leave for Quill's bar?
Right after dinner. About 8:30, I guess.
Manny was late getting home from the firing range. So, we had dinner.
He laid down and went to sleep.
I hadn't been out of the trailer all day, so I took Muff and a flashlight...
...and walked over to the bar.
I bought a drink and played the pinball machine.
Many people in the bar?
Not many. Barney came over and challenged me to a game. For drinks.
How well did you know Barney?
He owned this bar where Manny and I went sometimes, that's all.
Had he ever made a pass at you? No, nothing like that at all.
Was he drinking heavily that night?
He didn't seem to be. At least, not when we were playing pinball.
Were you with him the whole time you were there?
No, there were other people playing.
What time did you leave the bar?
About 11:00, I guess.
I left by the side door. Muff was carrying the flashlight.
He carries it in his mouth.
He's so cute, running along with the light shining.
Was he sober?
Muff? Of course he was sober. You're joking now, aren't you?
Yes, I'm joking. Go on.
Well, Barney came from somewhere, not the door I left by.
He said he was going my way and he could drive me home.
He said the bears were prowling around and I oughtn't to walk home.
The bears come out at night to scavenge.
They're harmless enough, aren't they?
I suppose I wouldn't have been afraid in the daylight, but...
...the dark isn't the same.
Yes, I know. Now, you got into Barney's car...
I got in and he drove to the trailer park.
He made overtures?
When we got to the trailer park, the auto-gate was closed.
Mr. Lemon closes it about 11:00, or a little after.
I thanked Barney and started to get out of the car...
...but he said there wasn't any need for me to walk.
That he could drive me into the park on another road.
I didn't know there was another road, but he drove on...
...before I could say yes or no.
Were you alarmed? No, I'm not usually afraid of men.
And anyway, he hadn't touched me or even said anything out of the way.
Doesn't a woman sort of instinctively know when a fellow's on the make?
Sure, but that's only usual with me, with almost all men.
Ever since I was a kid. You, for instance. You're interested.
But there isn't any reason to be afraid of you. It was like that with Barney.
Mrs. Manion, believe me, I'm not in the least...
Call me Laura.
Laura, I'm only interested in helping your husband. Nothing more.
I don't mean you'd try anything.
I just mean, it's the way you look at me.
It would be very difficult not to look at you.
The way I dress, you mean? You don't like it?
I love it. I just love it.
We'd better keep moving along with this thing.
How were you dressed that night?
In a sweater, like this, and a skirt.
And the rest? What about that?
Underneath? I had on a slip and panties and a bra.
I don't need a girdle. Do you think I need a girdle?
I don't know. How should...
I'm only concerned with the few facts that might be of help to me...
...to defend your husband. That's all.
Well, I don't wear one. Okay, no girdle.
All right. Now, go on.
He turned off the highway into a lane in the woods, and he stopped the car...
...and turned off the lights.
And then he grabbed me and he said, "I'm gonna rape you." Just like that.
He used those words?
Exactly those words. Muff began to bark, so he threw him out the window.
I could hear little Muffy whining outside the car, all through it.
Barney began to try to get at me and I fought him off as best I could.
But he was terribly strong.
Did you cry out? Did you scream?
Didn't seem to be much use, out there in the woods.
He began to shout names at me like "army slut" and some other names.
Then, he drew back and hit me with his fist.
He hit me again and I didn't fight anymore.
I must've been only half-conscious...
...but I know that he tore my panties off and did what he wanted.
The newspapers said a doctor examined you...
...and he didn't think you'd been raped.
I don't care what the doctor thought, a woman doesn't mistake these things.
All right. Go ahead.
I don't know exactly what happened then, I must've fainted.
The next thing I remember, the car was moving.
Barney was driving very fast and he was breathing hard.
An ugly, gasping sound.
We were on the main road to the trailer park...
...and he swung in by the gate and stopped.
I opened the door to get out.
Muffy jumped out with a lighted flashlight in his mouth.
Wait a minute.
You said he'd thrown Muff out of the car, back in the woods.
He did, but he must've let him back in. I don't remember.
All right. You opened the door and Muff got out first.
Before I could get out, Barney grabbed me and said he was gonna...
...tear all my clothes off and attack me again.
I got away and ran.
I could see Muff at an opening in the fence.
He was scooting back and forth with the flashlight.
Barney caught me from behind and I fell to the ground.
He fell on top of me and began to beat me with his fists.
I thought he was gonna kill me.
I screamed and somehow I got to my feet again and ran.
I went through the opening in the fence, followed Muffy...
...who was running ahead with the flashlight.
I kept following the light until he led me to our trailer.
And you didn't see Barney again?
I never laid eyes on him again, dead or alive.
I think that's enough for now.
I've got lots of time. All you want.
Where can I reach you?
I'm still in Thunder Bay, but I can drive down again in the morning.
Was there something else? No.
Thanks for letting me play the records. You're very welcome.
Who was that? The lady in the case.
You're not gonna take the case?
I don't know. That depends on what Manion has to tell me tomorrow.
He's thinking things out.
That's more like it.
If I take the case, I'll want you in it.
Me? In a big murder case?
The sight of this whiskey-drinking old man at the counsel table would ruin you.
I need you.
You mean that?
Why else would he say it?
I'll be glad to work with you outside the courtroom, but not in the courtroom.
You suit yourself about that.
Either way, I'm gonna have to be able to depend on you.
Will you lay off the booze?
I don't know about that.
Why don't you know?
Do you think I could lay off the booze?
Have you ever tried it?
I've never been in a big murder case. Not once in all my life.
Well, it's up to you, Parn.
Will you be around tonight?
Yeah, I'll be around.
Maida, darling, I might manage it.
I might manage to be a real lawyer again...
...for a little while, anyway.
I tried remembering. There were still some pieces missing.
...going to Quill's bar with a gun.
And I remember Quill's face behind the bar...
...but I don't remember anything else. Not even going home.
Don't you remember firing the gun?
Five shots. That's a lot of noise to forget.
I remember hearing shots, but they don't seem connected with me.
They seemed far away, like somebody else was doing the shooting.
Lt. Manion, I'll take your case.
Thanks, Mr. Biegler.
There's the little matter of the fee.
$3,000. That's reasonable enough, isn't it?
More than reasonable.
I'll pay you later. I'm broke.
You're what? I'm flat busted.
I don't have $3, much less $3,000.
Can you raise it?
Yeah, as soon as I get out of jail.
Next week's payday, I'll be able to give you $150.
If you get me off, I'll give you a promissory note for the rest.
Suppose I don't go along with you unless you pay me half the fee?
I'll have to take a lawyer the court appoints. I got my defence now.
I think I'll stick around and make damn sure you get off.
Where do we start? We're gonna need a psychiatrist.
As neither one of us has money...
...do you think the Army'll stir one up for you?
I know a colonel in the Pentagon. I'll write.
Good, do that. Sulo?
Where are you going now?
I'm going to see your wife, for one thing.
Why? Didn't you see her yesterday?
That's right, I did. She's a very pretty woman, your wife.
A man gets used to the way his wife looks.
Yeah, I guess he does. I'll see you.
Come on in, Pauly.
You haven't been in here since you vacated.
Hardly recognise the old place? Mary did it for me.
She just finished a decorator's course. Smart girl.
Look at this, a real genuine Picasso print. Very nice.
Try this chair. It sort of does things for you.
Here, sit right down.
Great, isn't it? "Good for the nerves," they say.
How do you shut it off?
Here we are. Feel better?
I feel all shook up.
I just dropped by to tell you I've got both feet in the Manion case.
You're going to cop out, aren't you? No.
That's a mistake. It's open and shut.
Maybe. We'll see.
Judge Maitland's in the hospital.
Maybe you'd like a continuance until he gets back.
If we go now, we'll have to try...
...before some grab-bag judge they'll send in.
I'd rather have Maitland. Yeah, so would I.
But, of course, that also means my client lies around in jail another two...
...or three months before the trial.
If you drop the charge down to manslaughter...
...so he can get out on bail, we'll agree to a continuance.
You wouldn't do that if you were still D.A.
I don't know, I might.
I might, since a big fat lie-detector test on his wife has given proof...
...to the rape story. The jury'll be with him.
How did you know what the lie...
Bit, didn't I? Yeah, you did.
A lie-detector test isn't admissible evidence.
You can't use it.
No, but it carries moral weight. I wouldn't sit in that chair too much.
It could shake a fellow's brains loose. I'll see you later.
He remembers you, Paul. He likes you.
He likes the beer in my icebox. What's the occasion today, a buffalo hunt?
No, I bought these in Arizona when we were stationed there.
Aren't they smart?
We can sit in my car.
Here you are.
Several things have occurred to me.
The undergarments that Barney Quill tore off:
Who has them now? The police?
You mean my panties?
All right, your panties.
I haven't seen them since.
I gave the torn skirt and sweater to the police.
Then I went with them into the woods to look for the panties...
...but we couldn't find anything but my glasses.
You mean, you were wearing glasses through all that?
I had them in a case in my hand.
I wear them for reading, playing pinball, things like that.
I must've tried to get out of the car and dropped them.
You might be interested to know that your lie-detector test turned out...
...in your favour.
Of course it did. I could've told you it would.
You weren't worried about it?
No, why should I be?
Would you like to have something to worry about?
Like your husband watching us from his cell window?
All right, let's have it.
Did he say something to you?
Just enough. Are you afraid of him?
Is that why you volunteered for a lie-detector test? For him?
Does he have reason to be jealous?
He was jealous even before we were married.
I should've known how it would be.
It's funny, though. He likes to show me off.
He likes me to dress the way I do, and then he gets furious...
...if a man pays any attention to me. I've tried to leave him, but I can't.
He begs, I give in.
Now, if you think I've forgotten my question, I haven't.
Then I'll ask it again. Does your husband have any reason to be jealous?
No. Not once.
Like the place all right?
I was just looking at those pictures. That was Barney Quill, wasn't it?
That's right. Barney Quill. I'm Paul Biegler...
I know who you are. I've seen you around Iron City.
You didn't tell me your name.
Paquette. We don't open till 5:00.
That's all right. I can wait. I don't have the shakes yet.
You were on the job that night, weren't you?
The night Barney Quill was killed.
Like the newspaper said, I was present.
You were the fellow that stopped Lt. Manion outside.
He pointed the gun at me and said, "You want some too, buster?"
And you said no, because your name isn't Buster.
Wasn't anything funny about it.
No, there wasn't anything... I'm sorry.
Where were you when Barney Quill was killed?
I gather you don't want to talk about that night?
That's right. I don't want to talk about it.
You'll have to talk to me about it in court, why not now?
'Cause I don't have to now. Reason enough, okay?
Old Barney, he was kind of a rugged character, wasn't he?
Ex-prize fighter and muscleman, and fancy with guns.
He paid his debts, ran a clean place. Me, I liked him.
You run the place now?
No, I just work here. Mary's running things.
Mary? Was that Barney's wife?
No. He didn't have a wife. Mary was his manager.
I wonder who's going to inherit the place.
Mary, I guess. Mary again, huh?
What's the matter with that?
You mean, what's the matter with Mary? I don't know.
Pilant. Mary Pilant.
She's in the back booth.
We don't talk about our customers here, but if we did, which we don't...
That's her. That's Mary Pilant.
Do you know Lt. Manion's wife?
Sure. I know the lieutenant, too. He's a good officer.
She's all right, too. Friendly, a good kid.
What do you know? Knock it off. I didn't mean anything. She's a dish.
What's wrong with that?
You want this lawyer to get wrong ideas? What chances has the lieutenant got?
Pretty good, I'd say, with a couple of character witnesses like you.
I'd like to help him out, I sure would, but we're moving out.
The whole outfit. Berlin.
Tell me, who is this "babe" at the hotel?
Her name is Mary Pilant. She was Quill's private property.
Would you like a table, sir? Yes, please.
Will you be alone?
No, I'll be joined by two others.
May I take your hat? Thank you very much.
How was the manicure?
Ask me any questions about anybody. I've got all the dope.
Can you tell me about a woman by the name of Mary Pilant?
Easy. Mary Pilant may or may not have been...
...the mistress of the late B. Quill.
The manicurist is in favour of the mistress theory...
...but the hairdresser is against it.
However, they both agree that some kind of hanky-panky must've been going on.
To be continued.
Menu? Thank you.
Pretty, huh? Yes, very pretty. Well, go on.
There's one story that says that Barney's wild night with Mrs. Manion was...
...somehow triggered by Mary Pilant.
Seemed she'd been seeing some soldier and Barney blew his stack.
He got tanked up and exploded.
Is Mary Pilant local? No, she's a Canadian.
Barney brought her in to dress up the place...
...and she stayed on to manage it for him. Looks like she's done all right.
It's better than all right. She's in for the estate.
She doesn't look like a bad sort, does she?
What do you mean, "where"? The pretty one with the menus.
This girl, right here?
Miss Pilant, may I introduce myself?
I'm Paul Biegler, attorney for Lt. Manion.
This is Mrs. Rutledge and Mr. McCarthy, my associates.
Could you sit with us for a minute?
Yes, I can take a minute. Thank you.
I'd like to ask you a few things, if you don't mind.
What sort of things, Mr. Biegler?
Like, what kind of man your employer was?
A very nice man.
If that's true, how do you explain what happened with Lt. Manion's wife?
I don't know what happened with Lt. Manion's wife...
...so there isn't anything for me to explain.
Your loyalty to the dead Mr. Quill is very touching.
Barney was well-liked here by everyone, Mr. Biegler.
It's very generous to overlook his little faults, like raping other men's wives.
If you will pardon me.
The waitress will take your order when you're ready.
Nice to have met you, Mr. Biegler, Mr. McCarthy, Mrs. Rutledge.
You've just been ginned, Lieutenant.
Any word, Lieutenant? Yeah, this. From Washington.
They'll let a doctor come to testify, but there's a string on it.
They want me to go to an army hospital in Detroit for an examination.
Doesn't the Army understand you're in jail on a non-bailable offence?
That's it, as far as the Army's concerned.
I don't know how I can get around this. I'll try to think of something.
My wife hasn't been here for two days.
Have you seen her? No. Not for a while.
Where the hell is she? You've got other things to worry about.
I'll get in touch with her and tell her you miss her.
Yeah, you tell her that.
Thanks, Sulo. Okay, Pauly.
I know just how you feel, Lieutenant.
I'd be tearing my hair out, too, if I had something like that outside.
Something like what outside?
You know what I mean. Something like that running around on the loose.
Now, what's the big noise, buckos?
It's me, dummy. I hit my elbow on this lousy iron bar.
You want some rubbing alcohol, maybe?
No, but a little bourbon might help.
Knock it off, buckos!
Let's finish the game, Lieutenant.
Hey, what a crazy lawyer we got! Hi, Pauly.
That's what they call you, isn't it? Pauly? That's a crazy name for a crazy lawyer.
Thanks for letting me sit in, Pie-Eye. You're not splitting the scene, man?
I mean, you're not cutting out? No, I'll be back.
Hi, Pauly. Fellas, this is Manny's lawyer.
Sit down, won't you? Sorry, I can't right now.
Mrs. Manion, may I talk to you for a moment outside?
Mrs. Manion? I thought we dropped the formalities a long time ago.
We'd better pick them up again. This is important.
All right, I'll go with you. All right, come on.
You're coming back, aren't you? Sure, what do you think?
See you later, Pie-Eye. Okay.
Did you get my phone message?
Yeah, but I got busy.
Why haven't you been to see your husband?
I don't see why I have to go every day.
It would be a very good idea if you did.
All right. I'll see him every day.
Okay? No, it's not okay.
Where's your car? I came with them.
Mine's right over here. Now wait, I got friends inside.
Friends or not, you're going home.
Who do you think you are?
I'm the lawyer trying to save your husband. Remember?
What's that got to do with... You listen to me!
Until this is over, you're going to be a meek little housewife...
...with horn-rimmed spectacles.
You're going to stay away from men, juke joints, booze and pinball machines.
You're gonna wear a skirt and low-heeled shoes.
And you're gonna wear a girdle. Especially a girdle.
Believe me. I don't usually complain of an attractive jiggle...
...but you save that jiggle for your husband to look at...
...if and when I get him out of jail. Now, come on. Let's go.
I'm sorry. I really am.
I wouldn't hurt Manny's chances for anything.
Is this about where Barney knocked you down?
Yeah. Right over here.
Over there's the opening in the fence where Muffy...
...was running back and forth with the flashlight.
Where's your trailer?
Up there on the hill.
This is my favourite place.
Sometimes when Manny was sleeping, I'd come out here and just sit.
I had to get out of that trailer.
I couldn't stand being cooped up all the time.
I'm lonely, Paul. I'm awful lonely.
I wouldn't have gone to that roadhouse if it weren't for that.
Maybe you're getting in some good practise for being lonely.
You think maybe Manny won't get off?
That'll be up to the jury and you never can tell about them.
If he didn't, it'd be one way to end it.
No, I don't mean that.
I may think it sometimes, but I don't really want it.
Hello, sweetie. Did you miss me? Of course you missed me.
You want to come in, Paul? You can if you want to, you know.
No, thank you, Laura.
I'm sorry I had to spoil your fun over at that place.
Good night, Laura. Good night.
Hear ye, hear ye.
The Circuit Court for the County of Iron Cliffs is now in session.
You can be seated.
For those of you I haven't met, my name is Weaver.
I'm from downstate and I'm sitting temporarily...
...while your good Judge Maitland is recovering from a severe illness.
There's no need, I think, to dwell at length upon my methods.
One judge is quite like another.
The only differences may be in the state of their digestions...
...or their proclivities for sleeping on the bench.
For myself, I can digest pig iron...
...and while I might appear to doze occasionally, you'll find...
...that I'm easily awakened...
...particularly if shaken gently by a good lawyer...
...with a nice point of law.
We will now take up the criminal docket.
Case Number 1: The People versus Clarence Madigan.
Breaking and entering in the nighttime.
Will the defendant rise and come forward?
That's me, Your Honour.
"State of Michigan, Court of Iron Cliffs. I, Mitch Lodwick, prosecuting attorney...
"... come into said county and give the court to understand...
"... that Clarence Madigan, alias 'One-Shot Madigan,' alias 'Smoky Madigan'...
"... did enter the dwelling of Casper Katz...
"... and did there commit the felony of larceny on said premises."
Does Mr. Madigan have an attorney?
No. A man's got to have money to ask them fellows the time of day.
Mr. Madigan, if you're impoverished, it's my duty to appoint an attorney...
...on your behalf.
I wouldn't bother, Your Honour. I stole the whiskey. I'm guilty as hell.
It was a full case of expensive bourbon.
Did you sell this whiskey?
No. I drank it.
All of it? You bet, Judge.
Are you aware that it will be necessary to punish you for this crime?
It was worth it.
I'll accept your plea of guilty. You'll be sentenced later.
You may now return to your place. Thanks, Your Honour.
Case Number 2:
The People versus Frederick Manion. The charge: Murder.
Paul Biegler for the defendant. My formal appearance is already on file.
Which of these men is your client, Mr. Biegler?
None of them.
Mr. Sheriff, will you produce the prisoner?
I'm afraid I can't do that, Your Honour.
Perhaps someone should explain. I'm not clairvoyant.
The defendant is in Detroit being examined by a psychiatrist.
Shouldn't the court have been consulted...
...before the defendant was allowed to leave its jurisdiction?
We're dealing with the Army in this matter.
They only gave us one crack at one of their psychiatrists.
The court was not present and it was urgent...
...to get the defendant to the psychiatrist.
What does the attorney for the People say?
It was done with my knowledge, Your Honour.
I've always heard this Upper Peninsula of our fair state...
...was a queer place.
If it's customary here to allow a man charged with first-degree murder...
...to wander about at will, I don't suppose it behoves an outsider...
...to point out that the law makes no provision for such quaint liberalism.
The defendant is in the care of a deputy and will be returned this afternoon.
We'll formally arraign the defendant on his return.
For the sake of the docket, can you give me a clue as to his plea?
The defendant will waive reading of the information and stand mute.
A plea of not guilty will be entered.
The case of Frederick Manion will be placed first on the trial docket.
Can you hurry it up?
If the judge hears the prisoner was lounging at the railroad station...
...he'll really give it to me.
It'll just take a minute. Come over here.
Lieutenant, how did things turn out?
I was temporarily insane.
Did he tell you that? Yeah.
He said he'd write you a letter, but I took notes on my own.
The doctor's name was Smith. Smith?
Anatole Ludwig Smith or Ludwig von Smith, I hope.
Name like that would impress the jury. Just plain Matthew Smith.
He said when I shot Quill...
...I was suffering from "dissociative reaction."
Dissociative reaction. Sounds pretty good, doesn't it, Parn?
What does it mean in English?
It means I had an "irresistible impulse" to shoot Quill.
That's okay, isn't it?
Did he say you knew the difference...
...between right and wrong when you shot Quill?
I don't think he said anything about that. Is that important?
We'd better not keep the sheriff waiting. You'd better go.
You ever heard of a Michigan court accepting irresistible impulse as insanity?
No. Maybe we'd better switch to self-defence.
Even Mitch Lodwick would make a monkey out of us on that.
Damn strawberry soda.
Here, do you want a peanut? No, thanks.
Tomorrow is Saturday.
We just have the weekend before the trial.
When do we start working?
Tomorrow morning. Early.
Pauly! Hey, listen to this, Parn.
Never mind that. Just find:
"People versus Durfee, 62, Michigan, 486, year 1886."
That's it. I have it right here in the A.L.R. Listen.
"The right and wrong test, though deemed unscientific...
"... is adhered to by most of the states, but..." Listen to this.
"But, the fact that one accused of committing a crime...
"... may have been able to comprehend the nature...
"... and the consequences of this act...
"... and to know that it was wrong, nevertheless..."
Dear, sweet, endearing word, "nevertheless."
"Nevertheless, if he was forced to its execution by an impulse...
"... by an impulse, which he was powerless to control...
"... he will be excused from punishment."
Why, the Michigan Supreme Court did accept irresistible impulse, Parn.
This is precedent.
I think we got a hold of something here.
Good old Durfee, 1886. How about that? Give me a pad.
By the saints, this strawberry soda pop is beginning to taste like whiskey.
Don't get drunk yet. We've got to convince a jury...
...that our client was irresistibly impulsed.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury.
Before we proceed, it will be necessary for me to examine you...
...on your qualifications to sit as jurors.
Please remember that you are under oath.
Are all of you citizens?
Will you please raise your hand if you are not?
Are there any justices of the peace or law enforcement officers among you?
Are any of you related by blood or marriage to a law enforcement officer?
So much for qualifications. I will now examine for cause.
Does anyone have business pending with the prosecuting attorney, Mitch Lodwick?
Does anyone have business pending with Paul Biegler, attorney for the defence?
Is anyone acquainted with the defendant...
...seated there on Mr. Biegler's left?
Will the defendant's wife please stand?
Do any of you know Mrs. Manion? No.
Thank you, Mrs. Manion. You may be seated.
Counsel may challenge the jury for cause.
Before counsel's challenge, may I introduce Mr. Claude Dancer to the court?
Mr. Dancer is an assistant attorney general from Lansing.
Because of the peculiar nature of this case...
...I asked the attorney general for Mr. Dancer to sit with the prosecution.
Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Dancer.
It's a privilege to have you in my court. I'm sure it'll be instructive.
Do any of you have any business pending before the attorney general's office?
I must apologise for my disparaging remarks...
...about the Upper Peninsula and its customs.
I've seldom seen a murder jury selected and sworn in less than half a day.
You've won my heart completely.
Mr. Dancer, you asked for the recess. What's your problem?
There was a little suggestion I wanted to make.
By all means.
Since the defence plea is insanity, the prosecution has retained a psychiatrist.
By statute, we have the right to request a mental examination by our own doctor.
Are you familiar with that statute, Mr. Biegler?
It would only delay things to file a formal petition...
...so why don't we informally agree...
...to ask for an adjournment? Only a day or so...
...and our doctor can see the defendant. It would save a great deal of time.
Yes, I'm sure it will. Good.
But, suppose you just go ahead and file that formal petition anyway?
You're a little late, but maybe His Honour will overlook that.
I'd sort of like the jury to see that you think our insanity plea has some merit.
There's no need for our doctor to examine your client.
I was only following the usual procedure. I'm all for it.
Do you wish to file the petition?
Yes... It won't be necessary.
It won't be necessary.
Skirmish over. Shall we join now on the field of battle?
The body of Quill had sustained five gunshot wounds.
One of the bullets had passed through the heart.
Death, in my opinion, was almost instantaneous...
...and was directly caused by this wound.
Dr. Raschid, may I have your detailed report?
I ask that this report be marked "People's Exhibit 1" for identification.
So received and marked.
The People hand the defence a copy of the report.
Counsel may cross-examine.
Dr. Raschid, your primary purpose was to ascertain the cause of death, was it not?
Yet I read in your report...
...you checked to determine if spermatogenesis was occurring...
...in the body at the time of death.
Objection, Your Honour!
The People call this witness only to show the cause of death.
Your Honour, the entire report was offered as evidence...
...and it contains this information about spermatogenesis.
Overruled, Mr. Lodwick. The witness may answer.
Yes, I made that examination on the deceased.
Would you tell the court your findings?
Spermatogenesis was occurring at the time of death.
In other words, the deceased, in life, was not sterile.
He could produce children. Correct.
If a woman says she has had intercourse with a certain man...
...who is proven fertile, though no evidence is found in the woman's body...
...could a lawyer, a prosecuting attorney...
...could he use this as evidence that the woman is lying?
...I object to this line of questioning.
We are not concerned here with relations between a man and a woman.
As long as an examination for spermatogenesis had been made...
...at least we're entitled to know why.
Overruled. You may answer.
Yes, prosecution could use that...
...though it certainly would not be conclusive that she was lying.
There could be several reasons why the test on her was negative.
The use of a contraceptive...
...or possibly, there was no completion on the part of the man.
In this post-mortem, were you asked to determine...
...if the deceased had reached sexual climax...
...shortly before death? No, sir.
Could you have determined it? Yes.
So, you were only asked to make such examinations...
...that might be useful to the prosecution, but not the defence?
I object, Your Honour.
The question is argumentative.
The defence is trying to impugn the intent of the representatives of the People.
Mr. Biegler, you must be aware that the question is improper.
I withdraw the question and apologise.
The question and answer will be stricken...
...and the jury will disregard both the question and the answer.
No redirect. The People now call Lloyd Burke.
Will the witness step forward, please?
How can a jury disregard what it has already heard?
They can't, Lieutenant.
...the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
Will you state your profession, please?
I'm a commercial photographer.
Were you called upon by the police...
...to take photographs of the body of the deceased, Bernard Quill...
...before and after he was removed from the scene of death?
Were these photographs of the deceased made by you?
The recorder will mark these photographs:
"People's Exhibit 2A to 2D" for identification.
Photographs are tendered to the defence for examination...
...and we move their admission as evidence. Your witness.
No questions, no objections.
He took pictures of me that night, too. Just a minute, Mr. Burke.
Mr. Burke, these photographs offered as evidence:
Are they the only photographs you took that night?
The others didn't turn out?
All my pictures turn out.
Of course. I beg your pardon.
Did you give the other pictures to the police?
Yes, sir, I did.
What were they?
Were they side shots or a shot of the moon, perhaps?
Or a black bear scavenging in the Thunder Bay dump?
I object. I can't see how other photographs are relevant.
The photographs were introduced to show...
...that the deceased met with a violent death.
Your Honour, any photograph pertaining to the case would be relevant.
The point is good, Mr. Biegler. Continue.
What were these other photographs of, Mr. Burke?
Lt. Manion's wife.
These photographs showed how she looked after Barney Quill was killed?
Yes. Your Honour, how she looked is irrelevant.
No evidence has been introduced to connect her appearance to the murder.
Sustained. I'm sorry, Your Honour.
I wanted to be sure the prosecution wasn't withholding evidence.
Now, look here!
I protest to the defence attorney's persistent attacks...
...on the motives of the prosecution.
The jury will disregard the remark made by the attorney for the defence.
There is no reason to believe the prosecution hasn't acted in good faith.
My apologies to the prosecution and the court.
But, Your Honour...
...as long as protests are being made, I'd like to make a protest myself.
I'm perfectly willing to take on these two legal giants any time, any place.
But, in all fairness, it ought to be one at a time.
I don't want these two pitching knuckle balls at me at the same time.
It seems to me you're batting close to 1000...
...but your point is well-taken.
Whichever attorney opens with the witness...
...he, alone, shall continue with that witness until they are excused.
Thank you, Your Honour. No more questions.
We're doing well, aren't we?
Where is Parnell? Why? Isn't he here?
No, nor in his rooming house. He hasn't been there all night.
You saw him last. Where is he?
I promised not to tell, so don't ask me.
He hasn't fallen off the wagon?
No. He was sober.
Has he gone somewhere?
He did borrow my car for something.
Your car? That was smart.
He hasn't driven a car in 20 years. He'll kill himself. Where's he gone?
My word is my bond.
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.
You may proceed.
...the defence notices a third person at the prosecution's table.
We were wondering if the court shares our curiosity about him?
I was about to introduce him.
Your Honour, this gentleman is Dr. W. Gregory Harcourt.
Dr. Harcourt is the People's psychiatrist in this case.
We ask that Dr. Harcourt be allowed to sit at our table as an observer.
What will he observe? The constellation of Taurus or the life of a bumblebee?
He'll observe the defendant.
The defence has no objection.
I just wish to express my relief...
...that the new recruit is not additional legal reinforcements from Lansing.
We call Alphonse Paquette.
Raise your right hand, please.
You do solemnly swear that the testimony you give...
...shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?
I do. Take the seat, please.
Will you state your name, please?
You work at the Thunder Bay Inn, right? I'm bartender there.
Were you working the night Mr. Quill was shot by Frederick Manion?
I was. Were you witness to the shooting?
Will you tell us in your own words, please, what happened?
I was at a table by the door when Lt. Manion came in.
Did you know Lt. Manion by sight and name?
Yes, sir. Go ahead.
He came in and walked over to the bar and began to shoot.
He shot Barney when he came up to the bar.
When Barney fell, he kept on shooting down at Barney behind the bar.
Then he turned and walked out.
When Lt. Manion entered the bar, how did he appear to you?
Well, he walked slow.
Kind of deliberate.
Did he speak to Barney Quill?
Not a word.
He just walked over and pulled out his gun and "bang."
And then he walked out? Yes.
When he walked out, how did he appear to you?
He seemed just like he did when he walked in.
Like he was the mailman delivering mail.
When Lt. Manion walked out of the bar, what did you do?
It happened so fast, I guess I was stunned...
...but then I ran after him. Did you find him outside?
Yes, sir. He was walking away. Did you speak to him?
I said, "Lieutenant, you'd better not run away from this."
Did he reply to you?
He said, "Do you want some, too, buster?"
Was he pointing the gun at you?
He was holding the gun in my direction, but the muzzle was low.
When he said, "Do you want some, too, buster?"...
...how was that expressed?
Did he shout it? Was it hysterical? Was he hoarse? Did his voice tremble?
No, sir. He just said it cool and hard, and looked right at me.
Did he appear to you, as far as you could tell...
...to be in complete possession of his faculties?
Yes, sir, as far as I could tell.
Your witness. Did you see Laura Manion...
...Lt. Manion's wife, in the bar that night?
There he goes again. This is immaterial and irrelevant.
I don't see what the prosecution's jumpy about. I haven't gone any place yet.
Let's see where he's going before we start objecting, Mr. Lodwick.
You may proceed, Mr. Biegler.
Did you see Mrs. Manion in the bar that night?
She was there. Did Barney Quill leave the bar that night?
Yes. Do you remember when he returned?
From which entrance did he come?
Did he come from the lobby entrance or from that outside entrance?
It was from the lobby.
How did he appear to you at that time? How do you mean?
You understood the prosecution...
...when he asked about Lt. Manion's appearance.
He was just old Barney, like usual.
You mean, he was just good old, sober, reliable...
...gentle, salt-of-the-earth, friend-to-man Barney?
What kind of a question is that? I withdraw the question.
...had Barney changed his clothes since he left the bar?
I don't remember.
Might his clothing have been different when he returned?
That is, might he have changed his clothes?
I couldn't say. I didn't notice.
Was Barney drinking that night?
He always had a few shots while talking to the customers.
He was friendly. Sure he was, good old Barney.
How many shots would you say good old Barney usually had?
I don't know exactly.
Wasn't he, in fact, pretty loaded that night?
Even if the deceased was dead drunk, it's no defence to this charge.
Sustained. I suggest you get off this.
What would you call a man with an insatiable penchant for women?
A penchant: A desire, a taste, passion.
A ladies' man, I guess.
Or maybe just a damned fool.
Just answer the questions, Mr. Paquette.
The attorneys will provide the wisecracks.
What else would you call a man like that?
We can't see the drift of this.
You mean you do see, Mr. Lodwick.
You may answer.
Can you think of another name?
Woman chaser. Try again.
Masher? Come now, Mr. Paquette.
Mashers went out with whalebone corsets and hairnets.
Did you ever hear the expression "wolf"? Sure, I've heard that.
It just slipped my mind. Slipped your mind. Naturally, it would.
Clanking around in there with those rusty old mashers.
Have you ever known a man who you could call a wolf?
I'm not sure. Was Barney Quill a wolf?
I couldn't say. Or wouldn't.
The question was answered. He said he couldn't say.
Mr. Paquette, when Barney returned...
...from wherever he had gone...
...did he relieve you at the bar? Yes.
What did he say? He said, "I'll take over."
Coming out from behind the bar, where did you go?
I went over to the Pedersons' table.
You testified that you were by the door when Lt. Manion came in.
You were by the door because the Pedersons' table was there?
How long was it before Lt. Manion came in?
I don't know exactly. Maybe 30 minutes.
And you remained with the Pedersons all that time?
Yes. They're my friends.
Is there also a window beside that table?
I think so. You think so.
How long have you worked at the Thunder Bay Inn?
Six or seven years.
Does this window beside the table suddenly vanish...
...and then reappear, and come and go in a ghostly fashion?
It's there all the time.
While you were talking to your friends, did you look out the window?
I might have. When you looked out...
...were you looking for something? No, I wasn't looking for anything.
Didn't Barney Quill tell you to go to the window and watch out for Manion?
Did he tell you to look out for Lt. Manion?
He did not.
Barney was quite a marksman, wasn't he? With guns.
He'd won prizes for shooting, hadn't he?
Yes. Did he keep any guns behind the bar?
He might have.
Isn't it a fact that there are three concealed pistol racks behind the bar?
The defendant's plea is one of insanity, not self-defence.
I'm sure Mr. Biegler hasn't forgotten that, Mr. Lodwick.
You may answer.
Are there concealed gun racks behind the bar?
Yes. How many people know of the gun racks?
I couldn't say.
Isn't it a fact that Barney would sometimes take the guns out...
...twirling them on his fingers, to demonstrate his skill to the patrons?
I don't remember. Try and remember.
Did you ever see him do that yourself?
Once or twice.
That's all, Mr. Paquette.
No further questions.
The witness may step down.
Call George Lemon.
Biegler's going off in all directions.
What's he getting at?
I have a feeling he's afraid of what we'll get at.
Mr. Biegler's putting up a smoke screen for some reason.
I do. Take the seat, please.
Will you state your name, please? George Lemon.
What kind of work do you do?
I'm caretaker of the tourist park in Thunder Bay.
I see the place is clean and orderly.
I check people in and out, lock the gate at night.
What is your authority for these duties?
I'm paid by Mastodon township and I'm also a deputy sheriff...
...just courtesy, sort of.
Did you see Lt. Manion on the night of the 15th...
...the night Barney Quill was killed? Yes, sir.
Will you tell the court...
...about how and when you saw Lt. Manion?
About 1:00 a.m., a knock on my door waked me up.
I went to the door and Lt. Manion was standing there.
He said, "You better take me, Mr. Lemon, because I just shot Barney Quill."
I told him to go to his trailer and that I would call the police.
How did Lt. Manion appear to you when he asked you to take him?
He said what he had to and did what I said. There wasn't any fuss.
Did he appear to be, as far as you could tell...
...in complete possession of his faculties?
As far as I could tell, yes, sir.
Take the witness.
Mr. Lemon, did you go to the Manions' trailer?
Did you see Mrs. Manion at the trailer? Yes, sir.
What was her appearance?
She was a mess.
Objection. No evidence has been introduced...
...to make Mrs. Manion's appearance relevant.
No evidence was introduced to make Barney Quill's appearance relevant...
...but you didn't object to that.
Is that because you know that Barney Quill bathed and changed...
...after he raped and beat this poor woman?
Everybody in this court is being tried except Frederick Manion. I protest...
This is a cross-examination in a murder case, not a high-school debate!
What are you trying to do, railroad this soldier into the clink?
Mr. Biegler, you are an experienced attorney...
...and you know better than to make such an outburst.
I will not tolerate intemperance of this sort.
If you once again try the patience of this court...
...I shall hold you in contempt.
It won't happen again.
The witness' answer will be stricken and the jury will disregard the answer.
Now you may proceed, Mr. Biegler.
On the night when Lt. Manion awakened you and turned himself in...
...had you been awakened before?
Had anything else disturbed your slumber? No, sir.
There were no soldiers singing?
No, sir. Not in my park after 10:00.
There were no women screaming?
Those screams were down by the gate.
I see no reason for objecting yet.
Tell us about those screams, Mr. Lemon.
I didn't hear them myself.
Some tourists from Ohio in the park heard them and told me the next day.
This testimony is incompetent, hearsay...
...irrelevant, immaterial, inconclusive...
That's too much for me.
The witness is yours.
The witness may step down.
Call your next witness.
Detective Sgt. James Durgo.
Hi, Pauly. Hi, Jim.
As soon as we break, you'd better phone that Army psychiatrist.
Tell him to be here day after tomorrow. Will do.
Will you please tell me where Parnell has gone?
You can't fire me till you pay me.
Were you called to Thunder Bay by Deputy Sheriff Lemon...
...on the night Barney Quill was killed? Yes, sir, I was.
My companion officer and I were first on the case.
Sgt. Durgo, when you arrived at the Manion trailer, who was there?
Lt. Manion and his wife.
What did Lt. Manion say to you?
He said his wife had had some trouble with Barney Quill...
...and that he'd gone to the tavern and shot Quill.
He asked whether Quill was dead or not, we told him he was.
How did Lt. Manion take this information?
He didn't seem surprised.
What did you do then?
I asked for the gun he'd used.
Did you take Lt. Manion to the jail here in Iron City that night?
Yes, sir. We drove the lieutenant down with his wife.
On the drive to Iron City, did the lieutenant talk about the shooting?
He said that if he could do the whole thing again, he'd still do it.
During all this, at the trailer, the drive to Iron City...
...how did Lt. Manion appear?
He was very quiet most of the time.
Would you say he was in complete possession of his faculties?
He seemed so to me.
You testified that Lt. Manion told you that he shot Barney Quill...
...after he had learned that his wife had had some trouble with Quill.
Were these the words Lt. Manion used: "some trouble"?
No, sir. Those were my words, not his.
Was it your notion to use your own words?
No, sir, it was not.
Was the suggestion to call it "some trouble"...
...made by somebody in this courtroom?
Yes, sir, it was.
Would you tell the court what words Lt. Manion actually used...
...to describe the trouble his wife had?
Objection. We've been over this before.
This would not be relevant to any issues before the court.
The statement "some trouble" came out during the examination of Sgt. Durgo.
Up to now, you've adroitly restricted all testimony concerning Laura Manion.
The cat's out of the bag, it's fair game for me to chase it.
This is a sore point, Mr. Biegler, and it's getting sorer.
I'd like to hear the prosecution.
The burden is on the defence...
...to prove temporary insanity at the time of the shooting.
If the reason for the alleged insanity is important to this case...
...then it's a matter for a competent witness.
An expert on the subject of the human mind.
What the defence is trying to do...
...is introduce some sensational material...
...for the purposes of obscuring the real issues.
Your Honour, how can the jury accurately estimate the testimony being given here...
...unless they first know the reason behind this whole trial:
Why Lt. Manion shot Barney Quill?
Now, the prosecution would like to separate the motive from the act.
That's like trying to take the core from an apple without breaking the skin.
The core of our defence is that the defendant's temporary insanity...
...was triggered by this so-called trouble with Quill.
I beg the court...
I beg the court to let me cut into the apple.
Our objection still stands, Your Honour.
Tell the court how Lt. Manion described the trouble...
...his wife had with Barney Quill.
He told us that Quill had raped his wife.
Can you recall what Lt. Manion told you about the rape?
He said he'd been asleep since right after dinner.
He was waked up by some noise, screams, he thought.
He got up, opened the trailer door and went outside.
His wife came running out of the dark and fell into his arms.
You saw his wife in the trailer. How'd she look?
She was a little hysterical. She'd been pretty badly beaten up.
She had big, black bruises over her face and arms.
Did Mrs. Manion tell you about this rape and beating?
Did she take you to where it happened?
Yes, the next morning.
Did you find anything?
Any evidence pertaining to the story that Mrs. Manion had told you?
On the lane in the woods, we found tyre tracks and dog tracks...
...and a leather case with some horn-rimmed glasses inside.
We also looked for a certain undergarment of Mrs. Manion's, but we didn't find it.
Will the attorneys for both sides approach the bench, please?
Mr. Biegler, you finally got your rape into the case...
...and I think all the details should now be made clear to the jury.
Do you agree, Mr. Lodwick?
What exactly was the undergarment just referred to?
Panties, Your Honour.
Do you expect this subject to come up again?
There's a certain light connotation attached to the word "panties."
Can we find another name for them?
I've never heard my wife call them anything else.
I'm a bachelor, Your Honour.
That's a great help. Mr. Dancer?
When I was overseas during the war, Your Honour, I learned a French word.
I'm afraid it might be slightly suggestive.
Most French words are.
All right, gentlemen, back to your places.
For the benefit of the jury, but more especially for the spectators...
...the undergarment referred to in the testimony was, to be exact...
...Mrs. Manion's panties.
I wanted you to get your snickering over and done with.
This pair of panties will be mentioned again in the course of this trial.
When it happens, there will not be one laugh, one snicker, one giggle...
...or even one smirk in my courtroom.
There isn't anything comic about a pair of panties...
...which figure in the violent death of one man...
...and the possible incarceration of another.
Proceed, Mr. Biegler.
Did you give Mrs. Manion a lie-detector test?
Objection. A polygraph test is inadmissible evidence in our courts.
I only asked if he gave the test. I didn't ask the results.
He may answer that.
I gave her a lie-detector test at her request.
Now, after all this investigation, did you believe Mrs. Manion?
Even after the lie-detector test? I object to that question.
It constitutes flagrant subterfuge on the part of the defence counsel.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, a polygraph or lie-detector test...
...is not admissible in evidence, because no one has ever been sure...
...that some people couldn't lie to a lie detector and get away with it.
In any case, Sgt. Durgo, you, yourself, in your own heart and mind...
...are quite convinced of Mrs. Manion's honesty.
Yes, sir. That's all.
Just a moment.
Did you look for the panties elsewhere than the lane in the woods?
We looked in Barney Quill's car and his room in the hotel.
We didn't find the panties.
Do you know why Mrs. Manion requested a lie-detector test?
I know what she said. What was that?
She wanted everybody to believe her story as she knew it would help her husband.
Was that the only reason she gave?
Said she'd already sworn to her husband and she wanted everybody to believe it.
One moment please, Your Honour.
Ask him in what manner she swore.
Did Mrs. Manion say how she had sworn to her husband?
Yes, sir. She said she had sworn on a rosary.
Sergeant, this lane in the woods: What's it used for? Where does it go?
It used to be a logging road. Doesn't go any place, just stops.
Who uses it now?
I think it's a road kids drive down to park.
It's a lovers' lane? I think so, yes.
The witness is yours. No more questions.
The witness may step down.
In view of the evidence concerning rape, which Your Honour has ruled admissible...
...we ask for a 30-minute recess in order that we may...
...bring in a witness we had not anticipated using.
All right, we'll take a 30-minute recess.
Why didn't you tell me about that rosary?
We forgot it.
We didn't forget it. Manny said, maybe we shouldn't tell that again.
It might've looked like something else. Like I didn't believe her.
How much more didn't you tell me?
Everything else. We told you everything else.
Is that right, Laura?
Yes, everything else.
All right, now get this, both of you:
When you get up on that stand, I want you to tell the truth.
I don't want you to tell anything but the truth.
Don't try and lie or conceal anything, or you'll get skinned alive.
This fellow Dancer's gonna move in.
Doctor Dompierre, did you have occasion to come to the county jail...
...the night of August 15 of this year?
Who called you to the jail? The police authorities.
What did they want you to do?
They wanted me to make a test for the presence of sperm...
...on the person of a Mrs. Frederick Manion.
I made the test.
In making this test, what was your conclusion?
Negative. There was none.
Your witness, Mr. Biegler.
In making these tests, did you notice any bruises or marks...
...on Mrs. Manion at that time?
Were you asked about the reason for these bruises?
I was not.
Where did you do the lab work on your test for sperm?
St. Margaret's Hospital in this city.
Who worked up the slides for you? A technician at the hospital.
Wouldn't it have been better to have these slides worked up by a pathologist...
...or an expert in this field?
Yes, but the police were in a hurry.
I knew this fellow came on at 7:00 a.m.
Wouldn't it have been better to wait for the expert...
...if the possible question of rape hung on the result?
It would've been.
In the newspaper, on the evening of August 16...
...it was stated you found no evidence of rape. Is that true?
It is not true. I made no such statement.
Did you form an opinion as to whether Mrs. Manion had been raped?
No. Why didn't you form an opinion?
It's impossible to tell if a mature, married woman has been raped.
Did you have an opinion about whether she'd had any recent relations with a man?
Insofar as no sperm was present...
...it didn't appear that she had had recent relations with a man.
Just one more question:
The fact that no evidence was present in her body...
...does not mean that she was not raped, does it?
Do you know what constitutes rape under the law?
Yes, sir. Violation is sufficient for rape.
There need not be a completion. No further questions.
The witness may step down.
The People recall Alphonse Paquette to the stand.
Your Honour, since counsel for the defence has forced the question of rape...
...it's necessary to take additional testimony from Mr. Paquette.
You're still under oath, Mr. Paquette.
Will you look at Mrs. Manion, seated behind the defence table?
Was she dressed like this on the night of the shooting?
No. How was she dressed?
She had on a real tight skirt and sweater kind of thing, sort of glued on.
She was wearing red shoes with high heels.
Was she wearing hose?
No, she was bare-legged.
Was she wearing a hat? No.
What kind of hair does Mrs. Manion have under that hat?
We'd be very happy to show the court Mrs. Manion's hair.
Mrs. Manion, would you take off your hat, please?
Thank you, Mr. Biegler.
Mr. Paquette, was she wearing glasses that night?
I think she was when she played pinball.
Considering the tight skirt and the tight sweater and the bare legs...
...what was the result in her appearance?
Would you say Mrs. Manion's appearance was deliberately voluptuous and enticing?
You could pretty much see everything she had.
The defence will concede that Mrs. Manion, when dressed informally...
...is an astonishingly beautiful woman.
Mrs. Manion, stand up, please.
As a matter of fact, it's pretty easy to understand why her husband...
...became temporarily deranged, seeing such beauty bruised and torn by a beast.
Mr. Biegler is the least disciplined...
...and the most completely out-of-order attorney I've ever seen.
The jury will ignore Mr. Biegler's oration.
Was Mrs. Manion drinking heavily that night?
I sold her six drinks myself, and then Barney got some more for her.
I don't remember how many.
Would you say that she was tight?
She was high all right.
What did she do to make you think she was high?
She took off her shoes and went barefooted.
When she played pinball...
...she'd swish around to give the machine inkling.
You mean, she was flipping her hips around?
When she made a good score, she jumped up and down and squealed like women do.
She was playing pinball with Barney Quill that night, wasn't she?
What was her attitude toward Barney Quill?
Friendly, I guess.
More than friendly?
I thought so. Why did you think so?
She'd kind of lean on him...
...and a couple of times she bumped him with her hip.
Would you say that Mrs. Manion was making a play for Barney Quill?
Objection. That calls for an assumption on the part of the witness.
Would you say that Mrs. Manion was free and easy with Barney Quill?
The attorney for the People asked you if Mrs. Manion was "tight"...
...and you said she was "high."
Speaking as a bartender, what's the distinction between the two?
I don't think I understand.
When we say a person is tight, we usually mean they're a little...
...stupid with drink, isn't that so?
I guess that's about it, yes.
If they're high, they're gay and enjoying themselves.
In other words, Mrs. Manion was happy.
Is there anything wrong with being happy in Thunder Bay Inn?
Thunder Bay itself is a resort, isn't it? Swimming, fishing, that sort of thing?
Is there anything unusual about seeing a barefooted woman in Thunder Bay?
So, Mrs. Manion's taking her shoes off in Thunder Bay...
...doesn't necessarily mean she was being unladylike, does it?
I guess not. Yes or no?
You testified that Mrs. Manion was squealing and jumping up and down...
...and "swishing her hips" around the pinball machine.
Was she creating a disturbance? Was she attracting a crowd?
Were all the men at the bar standing around watching Mrs. Manion?
But you were very conscious of Mrs. Manion.
You were so conscious that you can tell us all this.
Barney Quill was conscious of Mrs. Manion because he was playing pinball with her.
Wouldn't you say so?
So, it seems only you and Barney Quill were acutely aware of Mrs. Manion...
...her actions and her appearance.
Maybe when good old Barney came to get some drinks from you...
...maybe he winked and said, "I'm gonna take this babe and rape her."
No, he didn't.
Yeah, and maybe you said, "Do it once for me, boss."
Objection! Counsel is attacking the witness.
No more questions.
The court's had about all of this dogfight it can take for one day.
I'm sure the jury is equally tired and hungry.
Tomorrow, the defence takes over.
With expedition, prayer, and a little self-discipline...
...on the part of the counsel, perhaps we can reach an end by Saturday night.
Will you adjourn court?
This court stands adjourned until 9:00 a.m. Tomorrow.
He's banged up a little, but nothing else.
We'd like to watch him for a day or so.
How much damage did he do?
He wrecked a gate and a barn door and he hasn't got a driver's license.
He'll have to appear in the J.P. Court when he's able, the old fool.
Speak kindly of the dead.
Can I have a minute with the corpse? Sure, Pauly.
Was it worth trying to kill yourself for whatever it is you've been up to?
How's the trial going?
I'm making a lot of noise. Dancer's racking up all the points.
Where've you been?
Quill hired Mary Pilant up north of Sault Sainte Marie.
It struck me funny he'd go up there to hire somebody just to work for him.
I've been up there nosing around.
Did you find anything useful?
Not until I looked up her birth certificate.
Born: Blind River, Ontario, 1934, out of wedlock.
Mother was a waitress. Simone Platt.
Father was a lumberjack named Barney Quill.
I'd like to see Miss Mary Pilant.
It's late, mister.
I know. This is important.
Real important? Real important.
Miss Pilant? Sorry if I woke you. There's a guy to see you.
Says it's important.
What's your... Biegler.
I don't wish to see him.
She said it's not important enough.
You call her back and tell her I mentioned Blind River, Ontario.
I'll be in the bar.
Drinking, Mr. Biegler, or just snooping?
I'll try a little of both.
What do you say we start out with a beer?
On the house.
That's all you get: A beer. No questions, no answers.
I'm just a lawyer trying to do my job.
What are you so afraid of, Al?
Sit over there, please.
Miss Pilant, I owe you an apology.
I was a little rough when I was out here before.
I didn't know Barney Quill was your father.
You didn't come here just to apologise.
No, but the apology was part of it.
To tell the truth, I sort of hoped maybe it would thaw you out a bit.
All I want you to do is listen to me, just for a few minutes.
I need some strong evidence to back up Laura Manion's story about the rape.
The prosecution's gonna attack that story pretty hard.
If the jury thinks she's lying, it could turn the decision against Manion.
Isn't she lying? Barney didn't do what she said he did. He couldn't have.
What did you know about your father?
All I needed to know. He took care of me and my mother for as long as she lived.
He was always there when I needed him.
That's what I know about my father. Will that back up Laura Manion's story?
I don't want to get at you. I don't want to hurt you.
I appreciate your affection for your father.
But, as a lawyer, I've had to learn that people aren't just good or just bad.
People are many things.
I kind of have a feeling that Barney Quill was many things.
I don't wanna hear it.
Please, hear me out. I believe that Barney told Al Paquette...
...what happened that night.
He told him to go to this window and wait for Manion.
Barney stayed behind the bar, next to a gun rack.
Manion came in and fired the minute he got inside that door...
...and the first shot went through Barney's heart.
Here's what I want you to do.
I want you to try and persuade Al to come to court as a defence witness...
...and tell them exactly what Barney told him that night:
That he'd raped and assaulted Mrs. Manion.
Al wouldn't conceal a thing like that. Why wouldn't he tell it if it were true?
I don't know.
But I know this: Everybody loves something or someone.
Me, I love fishing and an old guy by the name of Parnell.
Manion loves his freedom, he'd like to have a little more of it.
Barney loved you, maybe so does Al.
I wouldn't blame him.
But he doesn't want to hurt you. He doesn't want you to know the truth:
That Barney could be dangerous and brutal. If you just ask Al...
If you just ask him straight out...
Mr. Biegler knows that Barney was my father.
He thinks you know something about the night my father was killed.
Something you won't tell.
Lawyer, I told you once, I'll tell you again: No questions, no answers.
Did my father rape Mrs. Manion?
Barney wouldn't hurt a woman.
Is there any reason you wouldn't tell me the truth about that?
Anything else, Mr. Biegler?
I'm gonna leave a pass for you and Al at the trial.
You might like to watch Lt. Manion get convicted.
You gonna talk about Mary being Barney's kid?
No, I'm not gonna spread it around, Al. Thank you for the beer.
Good night. 'Night.
All right, now let's get at this rosary thing.
It's been testified that your wife swore to you on a rosary...
...that she'd been raped by Barney Quill.
Now, did you ask your wife to swear on a rosary?
My wife was hysterical and she wasn't making much sense.
I thought if I asked her to take an oath on a rosary it might serve to calm her.
Make her think more clearly.
Did the rosary help?
She was able to tell me, in detail, what had happened.
All right, go on from there. Now, what did you do then?
I had her lie on the bed and I got some cold cloths for her head.
I gave her a drink of brandy.
After a while, she became calm and seemed to go to sleep.
Then I went to the closet, I got my gun and I loaded it.
Was it in your mind to kill Barney Quill? No.
Then why did you go to the closet and get your gun and load it?
I knew I had to go to his place, I thought I'd need it.
I knew Mr. Quill kept guns behind the bar. I was afraid he might shoot me.
Might shoot you if you did what? What were you going to do?
I'm not sure.
I remember having some idea of finding him...
...and holding him while I called the police.
Well, that Mr. What's- his-name...
Mr. Lemon at the tourist court was a deputy sheriff.
Why didn't you get him to go with you?
Maybe because he always seemed to be just the old caretaker of the park.
Maybe I wasn't thinking about anything too clearly, except finding Barney Quill.
Why didn't you call the state police before you went to the bar?
I don't know.
I was in sort of a daze.
It was a horrible thing to see what had been done to my wife.
You say you were in a sort of a daze.
When you got to the bar, did you see that the bar was crowded?
I didn't see anyone at the bar except Barney Quill.
He was the only person I saw.
What was he doing?
I think he was just standing there behind the bar.
Did he make a threatening move to get a gun?
I don't know.
He may have, I don't know.
You say you went there to find him, to hold him for the police?
Why did you shoot him?
I don't remember shooting him.
When you left the bar, do you remember Alphonse Paquette coming up to you...
...saying, "You'd better not run away from this"...
...and your reply, "Do you want some, too, buster?"
I seem to have a vague recollection of someone speaking to me...
...but I don't remember what I said or what was said to me.
When did you realize you'd shot Quill?
I was getting a drink of water. I remember my throat was so dry it hurt.
When I put the glass down, I saw the gun on the kitchen sink beside the tap.
I noticed the gun was empty.
I'd like you to show the court and jury...
...just how you knew this gun was empty.
This gadget here, when it sticks up, you know the last round's been fired.
On the night of the shooting, did you love your wife?
Do you still love her?
The witness is yours, Mr. Dancer.
How many men have you killed?
Now, wait a minute!
A man's war record, in Lt. Manion's case a great record...
...shouldn't be used against him.
I'm as patriotic as the next man...
...but the simple truth is war can condition a man to killing other men.
I just want to know how conditioned...
...the lieutenant may be to the use of firearms on other human beings.
I don't like the question...
...but I don't see how I can exclude it. Let him answer.
I know I killed at least four men in Korea.
Three with a hand grenade and one with my service automatic.
I may have killed others. A soldier doesn't always know.
In these acts of killing, did you ever have a lapse of memory...
...like when you killed Barney Quill? No, sir.
Ever have a memory lapse during battle? No, sir.
Were you ever submitted to a constant barrage...
...in a sweat for many hours, constantly under attack?
Ever treated for shellshock or war neurosis?
Did you ever experience any unusual mental state during the war?
I remember having one great urge. What was that?
To get the hell out and go home.
You would do well to consider the seriousness of the situation you are in.
Sorry, Your Honour.
I sympathise with the lieutenant.
I expect he has the same feeling about getting out of jail.
The point is that during your service there was never a record of mental disturbance.
You were always completely sane? Yes, sir, that's right.
No more questions.
No redirect, Your Honour.
Step down, please. Call your next witness.
We call Laura Manion to the stand.
Up these stairs to the right. Thanks.
How long after you told your husband what happened did he leave the trailer?
I don't know exactly. Everything was kind of fuzzy.
I was faint and I lay down on the bed, he sat beside me.
I vaguely remember his getting up and going out.
I remember wondering if he was going for a doctor, and then he came back in.
It seemed like just a few seconds, but it must've been longer.
I must've gone to sleep.
When he came back in, he sat on the bed and he had a gun in his hand.
And I said, "What are you going to do?"
He said, "I think I've already done it. I think I've killed Barney Quill."
Are you sure he didn't say, "I've killed Barney Quill"?
No. I remember distinctly: "I think I've killed Barney Quill."
Then what did you do?
I put my arms around him and began to cry.
I said, "You'd better go to Mr. Lemon."
My husband said, "I forgot about that."
What did he mean? Forgot about what?
He meant he'd forgotten Mr. Lemon was a deputy sheriff.
And he said, "Yes, I'll go turn myself in to Mr. Lemon."
I have no other direct questions at this time.
But, since I'm sure it's difficult to visualise the part...
...a little dog played on this night...
...I should like to show the court this remarkable little animal.
Do the People object?
I'm sure if we did...
...Mr. Biegler would declare that we're haters of small, furry animals.
A creature that cannot talk will be a welcome relief.
Bring in the dog.
Thank you, sir.
Will the deputy bring in the dog, please?
Now, you can put him right there.
That's a boy!
Now, I'll ask Mrs. Manion to bring a flashlight for the dog.
I'll ask the court to notice that the dog turned on the light.
It's easy to see that Muff doesn't know who his enemies are.
Remove the dog, please. Witness will resume the stand.
There we go, Muff.
Mrs. Manion, may I congratulate you on your well-trained pet.
May I also say that I'm pleased to see...
...you are not hiding your lovely hair under a hat.
Is the assistant attorney general from Lansing pitching woo...
...or is he going to cross-examine?
Let's get on with it.
What was your occupation before you were married?
You were married before?
I suppose your first husband died?
Did you divorce your first husband to marry Lt. Manion?
If counsel wants to know the grounds for her divorce, let him ask that question.
What were they? Mental cruelty.
Naturally. How long after your divorce did you marry Lt. Manion?
I'm not sure.
May I refresh the witness' memory for Mr. Dancer?
By all means.
I believe she told me that they were married three days after the divorce.
Is that correct, Mrs. Manion? Yes.
Then unless yours was a whirlwind courtship...
...you must've known Lt. Manion before your divorce.
Mrs. Manion, what is your religious affiliation?
I'm a Catholic.
A Catholic in good standing?
No, the divorce, you know.
You were ex-communicated because of the divorce?
Wouldn't you say that a Catholic...
...who can blithely ignore one of the cardinal rules of her Church...
...could also easily ignore an oath taken on one of its artefacts?
Say, an oath taken on a rosary?
I don't think that's true.
Wouldn't there be some doubt about the integrity of such a person?
I don't know. All I know is the rosary means something to me.
I'll pass on to something else.
You testified that your husband came home late on the night of the shooting.
Were you a little angry about his being late?
I guess I was a little put out.
Did you have an argument? Not much. A little.
When you left to go to the inn, did your husband know you were going?
He was asleep.
Was part of your reason for going without his knowledge because you were vexed?
I'd been ironing all day...
Yes, I guess that's true.
Counsel has deliberately cut off my view of the witness.
I'm sorry, Mr. Biegler. I wouldn't interfere with your signals to Mrs. Manion.
I object to the implication I was signalling.
This is the shabbiest courtroom trick I've ever seen.
You haven't lived, Mr. Biegler.
I ask the court to rule on my objection.
Will you be careful not to place yourself between Mr. Biegler and his witness?
Of course, Your Honour.
Anything else, Mr. Biegler?
You do it again, I'll punt you all the way out into the middle of Lake Superior.
Gentlemen, this rowing has got to stop.
The next one of you that speaks out of turn will have me to deal with.
Now, get on with your cross-examination.
Would you have gone to the inn if your husband had been awake?
He would have gone with me.
Would you have gone alone?
Not if he didn't want me to. Would he have not wanted you to?
I'm not sure. I don't know how to answer that.
Had you ever gone to the Thunder Bay Inn...
...or elsewhere in Thunder Bay, alone at night?
Did your husband know you were going?
Not always. He goes to sleep early and sometimes I'm restless.
Where did you go on these occasions?
I'd take a walk by the lake, or to the bingo place, maybe to the inn.
Did you ever go to meet another man?
No, I didn't. I never did that.
You mean to say a lovely woman like yourself, attractive to men...
...lonely, restless, that you never...
Objection, the witness has answered the question about other men.
Counsel is now making a veiled suggestion to the jury.
I withdraw the question.
On these occasional excursions into the night, did you always return home alone?
You testified that the reason you got into Barney Quill's car...
...was that you were afraid to go home alone.
Why were you so frightened on this particular night?
I said that it was because he told me bears had been seen around.
Was this the first time you'd heard that bears came around Thunder Bay...
...to pick up scraps? Had you seen the bears before?
This was just the first time you were afraid of them?
No. I was always afraid of them.
This was just the first time you were enough afraid to allow a man...
...to take you home after an evening prowl?
Objection. The use of the word "prowl" is meant to mislead the jury.
Sustained. I apologise, Mrs. Manion.
I didn't mean to imply that you were a huntress.
Was this the first time you were enough afraid...
...to allow a man to take you home from one of your evening walks?
It wasn't just that. It was...
You should be able to answer that straight off.
That's a simple enough question.
How can the witness answer straight off, if counsel keeps interrupting the answer?
The witness seemed a little slow to me, Mr. Biegler.
However, let her complete her answers before you interrupt.
In any case, Mr. Biegler's objection has given Mrs. Manion sufficient time...
...to think of an answer. You've thought of one, haven't you?
What I was going to say was that...
...I didn't want to offend Mr. Quill by making him think I didn't like him.
He'd been very pleasant to my husband and me when we'd been in his bar.
That's very good. Very good indeed.
Your Honour, please.
The attorney for the People will reserve his comments for the arguments.
I will ask you this question, Mrs. Manion:
Was this the first time you had been in Barney Quill's car at night?
Mrs. Manion, did you hear the question?
Yes, I heard.
Yes, it was the first time.
Would you raise your voice a little?
I said it was the first time.
I'm quite concerned about the lost panties.
Would you describe this article of clothing to the courtroom?
They were nylon and had lace up the sides.
There was a store label in them from the Smartshop in Phoenix, Arizona.
What was their colour?
I believe white. You believe?
I have white and pink. They may have been pink.
You're not sure. Haven't you checked to see which pair of panties is missing?
When your husband came home late and you had this little spat...
...were you already dressed to go out?
No. When did you dress?
After dinner. When he was asleep.
It's been stated you were bare-legged in the bar.
Is that true? Yes.
In your anger and haste to get out of the trailer...
...perhaps you forgot your panties?
Objection. She testified as to what she was wearing.
Do you always wear panties?
Your Honour, I object to this line of questioning.
Now, it's immaterial what she does all the time.
The night of the attack, she was wearing panties.
That's all we're concerned with.
Mrs. Manion seems a little uncertain about what kind of panties she was wearing.
Since they've not been found...
...I submit that it's possible she wasn't wearing any and has forgotten.
That's all I'm getting at.
You may answer, Mrs. Manion.
Do you always wear panties?
On what occasions don't you? When you go out alone at night?
Objection. He claims to go after one thing and goes after another.
I'll sustain the objection.
Strike out the last two questions and Mrs. Manion's answers.
Now, Mr. Dancer, get off the panties. You've done enough damage.
Yes, Your Honour.
Mrs. Manion, is your husband a jealous man?
He loves me.
I'm sure of that, but is he excessively jealous?
How can the witness answer that? What's the norm of jealousy?
Can you put your question differently, Mr. Dancer?
Has your husband ever struck you in a jealous rage?
Mr. Dancer's fishing now. What's the relevancy of this question?
The shoe is squeezing Mr. Biegler's foot.
In his own words, this isn't a debate, it's a cross-examination in a murder trial.
Proceed, Mr. Dancer.
Did you ever go out socially in Thunder Bay?
A few times.
When your husband's outfit moved there...
...didn't Mr. Quill throw a cocktail party for the officers and their wives?
Didn't your husband strike a young second lieutenant at this party?
There was a little scuffle. It wasn't much.
What was it about? I'm not sure I remember.
Were you too drunk to remember? No, I was not.
I think it was because the lieutenant was cutting in too much...
...when I danced with my husband.
Shortly afterwards, on the veranda...
...didn't your husband slap you hard enough so that you fell against the wall?
He was drinking.
Wasn't it a jealous rage? I don't know.
Do you remember why he struck you? Yes.
Wasn't he enraged because he thought you'd encouraged this young lieutenant?
He might have thought so.
There are witnesses to this.
I'll ask you again, wasn't this a jealous rage?
I guess you could call it that.
Now I'll ask you:
On the night of the shooting, what did you swear?
What oath did you take on the rosary?
It was about Barney Quill raping me.
Why did you swear on the rosary that he'd raped you?
For the reason that he gave: I was hysterical.
That is why he asked you to swear.
Why did you swear? So he'd believe me.
Why shouldn't he?
Objection. The reason for the rosary has been established.
These questions are immaterial.
No, I think I'll take the answer, Mr. Biegler.
I'll ask you again. Why shouldn't he believe you?
Because I wasn't making much sense.
Did he think you'd lie about such a thing?
Objection. Lt. Manion has already testified as to what he thought.
Did your husband strike you that night? Did he hit you that night?
He may have slapped me because I was hysterical.
Didn't you swear to a lie to stop him hitting you?
No. I didn't.
Didn't he beat you at the gate upon your return from...
...lovers' lane with Quill?
Objection. She testified she was beaten by Barney Quill.
Quiet. No more questions.
I think the witness has had enough, Your Honour.
The witness may step down.
We'll recess for lunch.
Recess until 1:00.
It's all right, you were fine.
I've come to meet you, sir.
My name is...
Sorry, you're mistaken.
Maybe I'm the one you're looking for. Are you Mr. Biegler?
No, I'm his associate in the case.
Don't tell me you're Dr. Smith?
The Army psychiatrist?
Maybe you expected me to be in uniform.
I didn't expect anybody so young.
I sort of hoped you'd have a beard and wear a monocle.
Is that better? It helps.
You're on the stand this afternoon.
Have you formed an opinion as to Frederick Manion's...
...mental and emotional state when he killed Barney Quill?
I have. And what is it?
He was temporarily insane at the time of the shooting.
At that time, do you believe he was able to distinguish right from wrong?
He may or may not have been. It doesn't make much difference.
As clearly as you can...
...will you explain Manion's temporary insanity?
It is known as "dissociative reaction."
A psychic shock which creates an almost overwhelming tension...
...which the person in shock must alleviate.
In Lt. Manion's case, a soldier...
...it is only natural that he would turn to action.
Only direct, simple action against Barney Quill...
...would relieve this unbearable tension.
This is not uncommon.
For example, in combat, some of the more remarkable heroics...
...take place in this state of mind.
Is there another name for this state we might be more likely to recognise?
Yes, it has been known as "irresistible impulse."
A man in the grip of irresistible impulse, would he be likely to go...
...to his neighbour for advice, or call up the police to come to his aid?
Yes, but our man was able to take out a gun and load it...
...before setting out to find Quill.
That was his conscious mind.
But if no gun were available, he would've gone anyway.
How would a man look in the grip of dissociative reaction?
He might appear to be deadly calm, fiercely deliberate.
Would you describe his behaviour as being like a mailman delivering the mail?
Yes. Like a mailman, he would have a job to do and he would do it.
Did you find any psychosis in Frederick Manion?
I did not. Any neurosis?
I found no history of neurosis.
Any history of delusion? None.
Loss of memory? Not before this instance.
Can you spot Mary Pilant?
She didn't come back after lunch. I think you'd better give up on that one.
Doctor, you stated that the defendant might or might not...
...have been able to distinguish right from wrong...
...but it wouldn't have made a difference.
Is that what you said? Approximately.
So, at the time of the shooting, he could have known the difference?
He might have, yes.
...if the defendant could have known what he was doing and that it was wrong...
...how can you testify that he was legally insane?
I'm not saying he was legally insane.
I'm saying that in his condition it wouldn't have made a difference...
...whether he knew right from wrong. He would still have shot Quill.
...are you willing to rest your testimony in this case on this opinion?
Yes, I am.
Your Honour, I'd like to ask for a short recess.
We would like to meet with Mr. Biegler and the court in chambers.
Mr. Biegler? Glad to oblige, Your Honour.
Short recess. The jury will remain.
Someday I'm going to horrify tradition and lay a dense cloud of tobacco smoke...
...in that hallowed courtroom.
What's on your mind, Mr. Dancer?
In view of Dr. Smith's testimony, the defence might like to change their plea.
Change it to what? Guilty, of course.
No, we'll still go for broke.
No one's considered nuts unless he didn't know right from wrong.
Why don't you get this over with? Your Honour, would you turn to page 486?
Appears to be a law book, Mr. Lodwick.
I'm sorry, Your Honour.
I make those to help me think sometimes.
For perch? No, it's for frogs.
What case is he citing?
We gig frogs down in my part of the country.
It's the same up here.
I'm a trout man, but this is a new wrinkle I'm gonna try.
They do it a lot down in the bayou.
The idea is to get a great big long pole and a 10-pound line.
Just drift along a high bank in a boat.
Then you see that great big old bullfrog in a crevice, and you float this along...
...in front of him and that old tongue snaps out.
You got frog's legs for supper.
I'll be darned.
Keep it. Try it sometime.
Thanks. I will.
What is it, Your Honour? People versus Durfee, 1886.
Looks like a precedent.
Would you like to read it, Mr. Dancer?
No, thank you. I think I recall the case.
We're hooked, like the frog.
Dr. Harcourt, where did you receive your university training?
Johns Hopkins in Baltimore, Maryland.
And where do you practise now?
I'm the medical superintendent of the Bonder State Hospital for the insane.
It's been stated that dissociative reaction or irresistible impulse...
...is not uncommon among soldiers in combat.
Do you agree with that statement? I do.
But not as it was put by Dr. Smith.
Where would you depart from Dr. Smith?
Dissociative reaction is not something that comes out of the blue...
...and disappears as quickly.
It can only occur, even among soldiers in combat...
...if the individual has a psychoneurotic condition of long standing.
It has been testified here that a psychiatric examination...
...of the defendant showed no evidence of neurosis...
...and no history of dissociative reaction.
You've also heard it testified that the defendant's behaviour...
...on the night of the shooting was cool and direct.
As an observer, do you remember this? Yes.
Have you formed an opinion about the defendant's sanity...
...on the night of the shooting?
Yes. I'm of the opinion...
...that he was in sufficient possession of his faculties...
...so he was not dominated by his unconscious mind.
In other words, he was not in the grip of irresistible impulse.
In my opinion, he was not.
Psychiatry is an effort to probe into the dark, undiscovered world of the mind.
In there, the world might be round, it could be square.
Your opinion could be wrong, Dr. Smith's opinion could be right, is that true?
I'd be a poor doctor if I didn't agree with that.
But, I believe my opinion to be right.
Might you have changed your opinion...
...if you'd examined the defendant like Dr. Smith?
I don't believe so.
But Smith's opinion was made under better circumstances?
If you mean that he was able to examine the man, yes.
Yes. Thank you, Doctor.
That's all, Dr. Harcourt. Is there more rebuttal?
We're over a barrel, Mitch.
We have to use him.
We call Duane Miller to the stand.
Will the sheriff bring in the witness?
What can he tell?
He can't tell anything.
Raise your right hand.
Do you swear the testimony you give...
...shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?
State your name, please.
Duane Miller. Most folks call me Duke.
Where do you presently reside?
Across the alley, in the jail.
You know the defendant, Lt. Manion?
I got to know him recently. His cell's next to mine.
When was your last conversation?
Except for "hello" this morning, it was last night.
Did you discuss his trial last night?
Would you tell the court what Lt. Manion said about the trial?
I said, "Are things looking up, Lieutenant?"
He said, "I got it made, buster."
He said, "I fooled my lawyer, I fooled that head-shrinker...
"... l'm gonna fool those corn-cobbers on the jury."
You're a liar!
A lousy stinking liar!
I apologise for my client, Your Honour.
His outburst is almost excusable since the prosecution has seen fit...
...to put a felon on the stand to testify against an officer in the U.S. Army.
I don't know who is the worst offender: Manion or his lawyer.
We're close to the end.
In the name of heaven, let's have peace and courtesy for these last few hours.
Mr. Dancer, you will continue your interrogation without comment.
Mr. Biegler, you will not sound off at every opportunity.
The defendant will remain seated and keep his mouth shut.
Now, go ahead. Mr. Miller.
Are you certain that Lt. Manion said:
"I've got it made, buster"? That's what he said.
Did Lt. Manion say anything else? Yes, sir.
He said when he got out, the first thing he'd do...
...was kick that bitch from here to kingdom come.
To whom was he referring? To his wife.
Your witness, Mr. Biegler.
What're you in jail for, Mr. Miller? Arson.
I copped out and I'm waiting for a sentence.
How many other crimes have you committed?
I was in reform school when I was a kid, but that's all.
I'd like to see this man's criminal record.
Do you have his record?
Here it is.
Your record shows you've been in prison six times in three different states.
Been in three times for arson, twice for assault, once for larceny.
It also shows you've done short stretches in four city jails...
...on charges of indecent exposure, window-peeping...
...perjury and disorderly conduct.
Is this your true record?
Them things are never right.
How did you get the ear of the prosecution...
...to tell them about this conversation you had with Lt. Manion?
The D.A. Was taking us to his office. Taking who?
Us prisoners, in the jail.
All at once, or one at a time?
One at a time.
Him and that other lawyer took us to his office...
...and asked us questions about Lt. Manion.
Were you promised a lighter sentence if you went on the witness stand?
The People object... Overruled. Answer.
I wasn't promised anything.
You just thought it would help you...
...if you dreamed up this story to please the D.A.
I didn't dream it up.
You're sure that's what he said? I'm sure.
As sure as you were about your record?
I guess I kind of goofed on that one.
I don't feel I can dignify this creature with any more questions.
Take the witness away.
Would you like a conference with your client?
I can see how the last witness was quite a surprise.
No, we don't need a conference.
I'll recall Lt. Manion to the stand right now.
You've heard the testimony of this Miller.
Is any part of it true?
Do you have any idea why he might come here with a tale like that?
Have you ever talked with this man?
What did you talk about?
Certainly nothing about my personal life or my feelings.
That's all I wanted to know.
Have you ever had any trouble with Miller?
What do you mean? An argument, something like that?
Did you ever attack Miller? Physically attack him?
Your lawyer can't answer the question for you.
Did you ever attack Miller?
I wouldn't call it an attack, exactly.
I pushed his head against the bars once.
Why? He said something ugly about my wife.
Do you remember pushing or bumping his head against the bars?
Sure. I just told you.
Then this was not dissociative reaction?
The defendant isn't qualified to answer. Sustained.
Wasn't your action against Quill the same as your action against Miller...
...and against the lieutenant you struck at the cocktail party?
All in the heat of anger, with a wilful, conscious desire to hurt or kill?
I don't remember my action against Quill.
How long had you known your wife was running around with Quill?
I never knew anything like that.
I trust my wife.
I suppose you beat her up occasionally just for fun?
Nothing has been established to permit such a question.
He implies things without getting to the point.
Let him ask, "Did he ever beat his wife?"
I'll sustain the objection.
Would you like to rephrase your question?
No, thank you.
Then I'll ask it.
Did you ever beat your wife, on the night of the shooting...
...or at any other time? No.
Is there any doubt in your mind that Quill raped Mrs. Manion?
No, sir. That's all.
Step down, Lieutenant.
Are we hurt? We're hurt bad.
I know time is pressing, I don't want to ask for a recess.
I'd like to leave the courtroom briefly.
If it's important, we can be at ease for a minute.
Thank you, sir.
This is highly irregular, Your Honour.
There's no reason to make a federal case out of it.
Thank you, Your Honour.
We now have another rebuttal witness.
The defence calls Mary Pilant.
We must protest this whole affair.
The noble defence attorney rushes to a secret conference...
...and the last-minute witness is brought dramatically in.
It's obviously been rigged to unduly excite the jury.
It's just another cornball trick.
Your Honour, I don't blame Mr. Dancer for feeling put upon.
I'm just a humble country lawyer, trying to do my best...
...against this brilliant prosecutor from the big city of Lansing.
Swear the witness.
Raise your right hand.
Do you swear the testimony you give...
...shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?
I do. Sit down, please.
Where do you live? At the Thunder Bay Inn, in Thunder Bay.
How long have you lived there? For two years.
What's your profession? I manage the inn.
How is the laundry handled at the inn?
It's chuted down to the laundry room.
Where is that chute on the second floor?
Between Room 42 and 43.
Who lives in those rooms?
I live in 42, Mr. Quill lived in 43.
Would Mr. Quill, coming up from the lobby...
...have to pass by that chute on the way to his room?
Yes. Would it be easy for him...
...to drop something into that chute as he passed?
Have you ever had occasion to go down into the laundry?
Yes. Part of my job is to sort various pieces of laundry...
...as they come out of the machines.
Would you tell us what you found among the laundry...
...the day after Mr. Quill was killed?
I found a pair of woman's panties.
What did you do with them? I threw them in the rag bin.
When did you learn the significance of those panties?
Here. This morning in the courtroom.
You went and got them out of the rag bin? Yes.
Did you bring them with you? Yes.
I offer this article of lingerie as "Exhibit Number 1" for the defence.
They have lace up the side...
...and they're badly torn.
As if they'd been ripped apart by powerful hands.
The label reads:
"Smartshop, Phoenix, Arizona."
If there is no objection, the exhibit will be received in evidence.
Did you ever talk to Mr. Lodwick about Quill's death?
Yes. He came to the hotel several times after Mr. Quill was killed.
Did you tell him you didn't believe Quill raped Mrs. Manion?
Yes, I told him that.
Did you ever talk to Mr. Biegler? Yes.
In connection with Quill's death? Yes.
Did you tell him you didn't believe Quill raped her?
How many times did you talk with him? Twice.
When was the last time? Last night.
Have you now changed your mind?
Do you now believe Quill raped Mrs. Manion?
I don't know now. I think he might have.
When did you change your mind, last night?
No, it was here, this morning.
When were you given the panties? Last night?
Just wait a minute! Use the proper form of objection.
On second thought, I don't object. I'd like the jury to hear her answer.
The witness may answer.
No. I was not given the panties, last night or any other time.
I found them exactly as I said.
Do you know that Quill put the panties in the chute...
...or did you assume it? I assumed it.
Had you thought someone else may have put them there?
Someone who wanted them found in the laundry?
I hadn't thought of that.
In the grip of what Mr. Biegler might call "irresistible impulse"...
...you rushed in with the panties...
...wanting to crucify Quill's character? No, it was my duty.
Your pride was hurt, right? I don't know what you mean.
He's trying to confuse the witness. Let him ask a question she understands.
Yes, Mr. Dancer. I, myself, would like to know what you're driving at.
When you found the panties...
...was your first thought that Quill might have raped Mrs. Manion...
...or was it that he might have been stepping out with Mrs. Manion?
I don't know what he means.
Mr. Dancer, once again, I must ask you...
...to put straight questions to the witness.
Here is a straight question, Your Honour.
Miss Pilant, were you Barney Quill's mistress?
No, I was not!
Everyone knows you were living with Quill.
That's not true. Barney Quill was...
Barney Quill was what, Miss Pilant?
Barney Quill was my father.
No more questions.
The witness may step down.
We will recess for 15 minutes, after which we will hear the closing arguments.
If possible, I would like to charge the jury before nightfall.
Think they're gonna stay out all night?
Can't somebody say something?
What do you want me to say, Maida, darling?
Tell me we're gonna win.
I'm counting on getting that promissory note from the lieutenant.
I hope we can borrow some money on it. I need a new typewriter.
Half the time, the "P" and the "F" don't strike on mine.
"Party of the first part" sometimes comes out "arty o the irst art."
Doesn't make sense. It's embarrassing.
"Arty o the irst art"?
I kind of like that.
It has a ring to it.
Twelve people go off into a room.
Twelve different minds.
Twelve different hearts.
Twelve different walks of life.
Twelve sets of eyes, ears, shapes and sizes.
These twelve people are asked to judge another human being...
...as different from them as they are from each other.
In their judgement, they must become of one mind, unanimous.
It's one of the miracles of man's disorganised soul that they can do it.
In most instances, do it right well.
God bless juries.
I don't know what I'd do if I were on that jury.
I really don't know.
I loved that, Pauly.
I loved that "humble country lawyer" bit.
You had Mr. Dancer dancing.
I'm afraid he got in the last dance. That's the best summary I've ever heard.
I liked yours much better, Pauly.
Do you have to play that?
Can't you play Danny Boy or Sweet Isle of Innisfree?
Paul Biegler's office.
Yes, sir. Right away.
The jury's coming in. Yeah, I heard.
You can tell my loving husband I'll be in the car.
You're sure he's gonna come out? Sure.
Some people have all the luck.
You can tell him I'm waiting to get kicked to kingdom come.
I have a souvenir for you.
You'd better keep that.
You might need it again sometime. You never know.
No, you don't, do you?
I like you, Pauly.
I warn all those present not to interrupt the taking of the verdict.
I will stop the proceedings and clear the courtroom...
...if there is any demonstration.
Proceed, Mr. Cray.
Members of the jury, have you a verdict?
If so, who will speak for you? We have. I'm the foreman.
The defendant will rise.
What is your verdict?
We find the defendant not guilty, by reason of insanity.
Did Maida give you that promissory note?
Right here, ready to be signed by our happy client.
I used to think the world looked better through a glass of whiskey.
I think I'll keep it this way.
It looks nice.
I got one good thing out of this case:
A new law partner.
If it's all right with him.
He'd be mighty proud to have his name on a shingle with yours.
I guess you're looking for Lt. Manion, aren't you?
He gave me this note for you.
Felt real sorry for Mrs. Manion.
She was crying.
Left a mess, didn't they?
We'd better get busy here.
"Dear Mr. Biegler:
"So sorry, but I had to leave suddenly.
"I was seized by an irresistible impulse.
How in the world are we gonna face Maida?
I knew there was something wrong with that guy.
I never saw a gin-drinker yet you could trust.
Partner, what do you say we go and see our first client?
Who might that be?
Mary Pilant. We're going to administer Barney Quill's estate.
Now, that's what I call poetic justice for everybody.
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