Physical Evidence

Help!

Help!

Help!

Please, help!

Paris?

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Hey.

- Joe! 'Huh?

You all right'?

Hello, Kenny.

What time is it? Huh'?

You look like shit.

Well, at least my socks match.

Yeah, well, I had to get up early.

Oh, shit.

What did you do to your head?

I don't know. Somebody hit this place?

Mind if we look around and see?

Yeah, go ahead.

Where'd you get that asshole for a partner?

- Yeah, you know. - Look, has-been,

I didn't throw my partner through a plate glass window

trying to protect some beaner in the act of committing a felony.

Beaner? Well, that beaner was unarmed.

Well, he had a rap sheet longer than my dick.

Never been arrested, huh?

Go ahead, laugh. I'm not on suspension.

I'm not the one living on food stamps.

So, listen, Joe. We got a problem.

Jake Farley's dead.

Great. He was a real scumbag.

Somebody slit his throat with a wire.

You got any leads?

I hear things have been slow for you

- since Dwight busted your ass. - Well.

How you fixed for money? You ok?

Ah, great. You got a cigarette?

You know, I, uh, I never agreed

with what they did to you.

I'd like to help you out, Kenny.

Whoever iced Farley did us all a favor.

- This your shirt, Paris? - No, I take in laundry.

Yeah, it's my shirt.

The cuffs.

I found it behind the refrigerator.

There's somethin' else.

Having trouble with your garbage, Joey?

We found your name in Farley's pocket.

This is a setup.

Joe Paris, you are under arrest for the murder of Jake Farley.

- Knock it off. - Come on, take it easy.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney.

- Yeah, yeah, I know it. - Come on, he knows it all by heart,

- for Christ's sake. - You have the right to have an attorney

present before any questioning.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be appointed for you, without charge, by the court.

Do you understand each and every one

of these rights I've explained to you, has-been?

Easy, easy, take it easy.

It's over for you, Paris. You're finished.

All right, all right, all right.

Don't do anything stupid,

Public defender's office. May I help you?

Some asshole jumps off the Tobin bridge

with Jake Farley ridin' the rope with him.

The D.A.'S been after that sleazebag, Farley,

for years. Some guy should get a medal

for saving public funds.

The only trouble is, the guy's a cop.

They just put the make on Joe Paris,

- who most of you know. - Oh, yes.

Joe's on suspension, so this case is going to draw

a lot of heat. City hall just called

and laid it on us. Who's gonna be the lucky guy?

Well, here we go again, girls. "Who's the lucky guy?"

By the way, guy is spelled a-s-s-h-o-l-e.

Kravitz, you and Samson have the most experience

with this shit. Which one of you wants it?

- Wait a minute, Brannigan. - What's your problem, Hudson?

My problem is, my last 3 cases have been a postman

bitten by a poodle, some first-time grass smokers,

and a derelict knocking quarters out of a parking meter.

Brannigan, the lucky ladies in this office

- get every shit detail coming down. - Yeah, Brannigan.

I've been here for 2 years, and I want this case.

I am better than Kravitz or Samson.

- Oh, mama. - The defendant ls entitled

to better than one of your old poker pals defending him.

You know, Paris really deserves one of

these broads, Brannigan.

It's a great way to get rid of the hot-head.

Pretty tough on us to put our heart into

keepin' Paris out of jail.

Come on, Brannigan. Putting one of

these burnt-out hacks on the case is a travesty of justice.

Hey, Kravitz, do I look like a burnt-out case?

Well, you do look a little grey around the gills.

All right, all right, Hudson, but you'd better deliver.

Because my tail's gonna be in a crack

for not puttin' one of the old pros on this.

I am better than one of your old pros.

Yeah, from your mouth to God's ear.

Ooh, wow.

Good luck.

Whoo!

15 minutes, Joe.

Joe Paris, I'm Jennifer Hudson,

your attorney.

I'm extremely busy right now, and we only have a short time.

So let's get started.

Tell me, what happened last night?

You do talk'?

Where's meyer?

Mr. meyer took a corporate job.

Don't worry. I'm smarter than meyer.

- I got you. - I didn't know I was so popular.

Oh, you're a celebrity downtown.

You don't find many liberal cops these days.

Oh, yeah? Is that what you think I am?

My partner shot an unarmed man.

I just nudged him a little.

You nudged him through a plate glass window.

And 6 months ago, assaulting a police captain?

You realize your history of violent assault

does not make our case any easier.

But I can help you.

Who dresses you in the morning?

Be nice, Mr. Paris.

Remember, your ass is in my hands.

Tell me about last night.

There's something very strange about a wealthy chick like you

defending a trickle-down case like mine.

It sounds dangerously like a hobby.

A public defender wearing a rolex.

Your insecurity is not my problem.

The watch is a gift from my fiance.

- You don't wear a ring. - Real detective.

I got the watch instead.

Well, send me somebody that works for a living.

Fuck you, you arrogant asshole!

Nice.

It's my asshole, lady.

- It's my career. - Oh, I'm sorry.

How'd you get to be a public defender, anyway?

I got a late start.

I blew 5 years in the peace corps.

- Welfare. - And I want the courtroom experience.

Well, get it with somebody else. You don't know anything about me, lady.

Yes, I do. I know you're a cop,

accused of murder one. You have a violent temper.

And you have a history of problems with authority.

But I can get you off.

The minute I don't shine for you, you can fire me.

But I'll be damned if you're gonna pass on me

because of the way I dress.

That's not me.

This is me, guts and brains.

You cannot do any better.

Dear God, a vassar version of Tarzan.

Fine.

I was getting you out of here tomorrow.

Your bail bondsman friend, delmar Fraser,

agreed to put up bail. He says he owes you.

But if you're not interested...

- How do you know delmar? - I do my homework.

Now, shall we talk about last night?

Sure.

I don't remember.

Don't stonewall me, Paris.

I'm not. I got drunk.

It's happened before. I passed out.

You don't remember anything?

No, nothing.

Who had reason to kill Farley?

Lots of people. He had lots of things on lots of people.

Did he have anything on you?

No. Friends of mine.

You knew him'?

Yeah. Well, he was a snitch.

You know, I used him on busts.

How well did you know him?

I used to shake him down a little when he got out of line.

What do you mean, "shake him down?"

Well, slap him around, you know.

I never hurt him.

Well, would it be correct to say

you had several violent physical encounters with him

over a period of years?

I guess so.

And on more than one occasion

you threatened his life, in the presence of witnesses?