Suspect Page #5

- It's down to the wire, sir.

- Call me if I can do anything.

- Thank you very much.

F*** him. I call him three times

and he never returns my call.

There's Comisky.

Why don't you take another run at her?

- Grace.

- Hello, Eddie.

Are you alone?

I stayed in the office late.

Just came to catch my breath. I'm beat.

I've been up and down the hill all

day, looking for votes. Do you mind?

- Do you want a drink?

- No, it wouldn't have any effect.

I've been nursing drinks and

listening to my own voice since five.

I know the feeling.

There's a vote coming up

on a bill that I co-sponsored.

I have a knot in my stomach like a fist.

Closer the vote, tighter the fist.

Grabs me a little lower.

How close is the vote?

Well, if everything falls right,

we're still a handful short.

I never noticed that. Your eyes

are sometimes blue, sometimes green.

You're still a handful short.

- I told you, my vote's not for sale.

- I can't help myself, Grace.

But it's a lovely thought.

Nobody has mentioned my eyes

in a long time.

- There's another stop.

- How much do I owe you?

- Seven fifty.

- Here. Keep the change.

Michael, you are sewed.

His face was completely rearranged

and he spent the night in surgery.

When the police arrived,

the assailant had fled.

I need a continuance until this

Michael John Guthridge is caught.

I see no need for a continuance.

The subject was sewed a subpoena.

He's required to appear.

You've got to be joking.

There's not a chance in hell

that this man will appear.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

I can sympathize with you.

I was a trial attorney myself.

At the mercy of witnesses.

But if we waited for every witness,

the system would grind to a halt.

It could take months to locate him.

And there's no guarantee he'll testify

or have anything to testify about.

In fairness to my client I can't present

a complete defense without this witness.

I'm sorry. Your request

for a continuance is denied.

Miss Riley?

Do not contaminate the process with

comments about this witness in court.

How can I possibly

contaminate this process?

Opening statements, Mr. Stella?

Elizabeth Rose Quinn.

She was twenty-four.

A clerk typist

at the Justice Department.

She made 17,000 dollars a year.

She was single.

She liked to play tennis.

She was a member of

the First Baptist Church in Arlington.

She wasn't very important.

Especially in a city that's full

of so many important people.

She was just a decent,

hard-working citizen.

And on the night of December 18th,

a week before Christmas, -

- Carl Wayne Anderson,

in cold blood,-

cut her throat.

I have prosecuted 43 murder cases.

It's always a horror, always senseless.

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