Physical Evidence
- R
- Year:
- 1989
- 99 min
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Help!
Please, help!
Paris?
Rise and shine!
The Fenway Park special.
Now, remember, Red Sox fans
living west of Boston
will be able to commute by
rail to Fenway Park in April.
Plans are calling
for trains to arrive
at the Fenway platform
Hey.
Joe!
-Huh?
You all right?
Hello, Kenny.
What time is it? Huh?
You look like sh*t.
Well, at least my socks match.
Yeah, well,
I had to get up early.
Oh, sh*t.
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 a**hole for a partner?
Yeah, you know.
-Look, has-been,
I didn't throw my partner
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 a**hole 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
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 sh*t. 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 sh*t 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 is 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.
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
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.
F*** you,
you arrogant a**hole!
Nice.
It's my a**hole, 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,
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.
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