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| 波士顿法律第四季第五集台词Boston legal |
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Boston Legal
Hope and Gory
Season 4, Episode 5
Broadcast: October 30, 2007
Written by David E. Kelley
© 2007 David E. Kelley Productions. All Rights Reserved.
This transcript is not official or taken from the actual script. It is transcribed from watching the
broadcast.
Transcribed by Bbbeluga, edited by JudithAKAteacher. Images © 2007 ABC
The elevator doors open at Crane, Poole & Schmidt, and Patrice Kelly exits, wearing a tailored brocade
suit, her hair is perfectly coiffed in a bun, and she has a determined look on her face as she walks
confidently to the front desk.
Patrice Kelly: I’m looking for Alan Shore. It’s
important.
Assistant: Is he expecting you?
Patrice Kelly: No.
Assistant: May I tell him what this is regarding?
Patrice Kelly: No.
Assistant: Just a minute … she walks away, a
bit flustered.
Alan opens the door to his office, steps back
to allow Patrice Kelly to enter.
Alan Shore: OK.
Patrice Kelly: Thank you for agreeing to see me.
Alan Shore: Well, my assistant said it, um, was
some sort of emergency.
Patrice Kelly: Matter-of-factly. Yes. My
daughter was murdered.
Alan Shore: Oh…walking to his seat he turns
back in surprise I’m sorry.
Patrice Kelly: The man who murdered her was
found not guilty by reason of temporary insanity.
He is a man of means, with skilled attorneys.
Alan Shore: Swallows, still looking unnerved.
And how exactly can I … help you?
Patrice Kelly: Sitting straight, hands folded in
her lap, speaking without emotion. I would
like to kill this man, and be found not guilty by
reason of temporary insanity. I’d like you to
advise me as to what legal steps I must take in
order to accomplish this.
Alan Shore: pauses. Ms. Kelly, I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but I certainly would not, and could
not, advise a person on how to get away with murder.
Patrice Kelly: Why not?
Alan Shore: Well, because that would make me a conspirator for starters, and personally I’m not a great
believer in … murdering.
Patrice Kelly: considers for a moment then smiles briefly. Let me start over. I have decided to write a novel.
It’s about a woman who kills a man and is acquitted on grounds of insanity. Alan is shifting in his seat. I
would like to hire you as a consultant. What legal steps must my protagonist take in order to accomplish this?
Alan Shore: chuckles. You cannot be serious. On a positive note I can tell you, for what it’s worth, you seem
totally insane. He looks at her incredulously then realizes she’s dead serious.
Patrice Kelly: smiling almost blushingly. Oh, thank you. How best do I legally establish that? I need to know
exactly.
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Alan Shore: Ms. Kelly, my advice to you would be to forget it. Leans forward, focused and unblinking. By
virtue of the fact that you’ve come here, you’ve demonstrated that you understand the nature and quality of the
act. As for legal insanity, you don’t qualify.
Patrice Kelly: cocking her head. I’m disappointed.
Alan is left staring at her, as she gets up and strides from the room. He continues to watch her, looking
discomfited.
Opening theme
Denny is seated behind his desk, Alan looking over his shoulder, both studying Denny’s laptop screen.
Denny Crane: Here it is, right here. Hannah Kelly, aged 22, bludgeoned to death. Sean Harmon acquitted.
Temporary insanity. It all happened a month ago. Do you think this woman really intends to kill him?
Alan Shore: steps away I don’t know. She was so odd, I couldn’t get a read on her. I wonder if I should call the
police?
Denny Crane: How did she leave it?
Alan Shore: I’m not sure. I think I dissuaded her. I’m not sure.
Lorraine Weller: enters the doorway. Alan? I was wondering whether we might discuss your word salad …
maybe later over drinks?
Alan glances over at Denny then back to Lorraine, nods “yes” with a shrug.
Outside the Middletown Police Department, Jerry and Katie gets out of their car.
Katie Lloyd: Looks more like a courthouse than a jail.
Jerry Espenson: Well, the police department is part of the courthouse.
Katie Lloyd: Saves time, I suppose
They enter the police department; the officer at the front desk puts his hand over the phone receiver.
Officer: looks up at Katie. Hold on.
Katie Lloyd: Hello, my name is Katie Lloyd. I’m an attorney. I called ahead. This is my colleague, Jerry
Espenson. I believe you’re holding my client.
The officer looks from Katie to Jerry, to Jerry’s hands pressed to his thighs.
Entering the holding area, the officer unlocks the door for them.
Jerry Espenson: Reminds me a little of Mayberry RFD.
Katie Lloyd: Where’s that?
They stop outside Joseph Washington’s cell and see him sitting on his bunk, looking down at the floor.
Katie Lloyd: Hello, Joseph. To the officer. May we go inside?
Officer: Inside? With him?
Katie Lloyd: Please. To Jerry. Why were you arrested?
Joseph Washington: For driving a car.
Jerry Espenson: reading from a court document. Evidently it’s against the law for registered sex offenders to
operate a motor vehicle within the
Middletown borders.
Katie Lloyd: I beg your pardon?
Joseph Washington: still looking
down, shoulders hunched, bitter.
They passed it last night. Because of
my prior rape conviction I had to register
here as a sex offender, which I did. My
job is here. It’s the only job I can get.
The people here been harassin’ me ever
since I registered. My landlord evicted
me. I’ve been banned from public
transportation. Now this.
Officer: tossing his head smugly
Sounds like you’re not wanted. Maybe
you should blow this terrible town. I
would if I were you.
Back at CP&S, Katie and Jerry walk behind Shirley into the kitchen.
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Katie Lloyd: It’s so unfair what’s being done to him, Shirley. He was trying to make a new life for himself. It’s
hard enough for an ex-con without an entire town conspiring against you. He was so excited to get this job, and
they’ve essentially passed an ordinance overnight to run him out.
Shirley Schmidt: How much time are we talking about here?
Katie Lloyd: His arraignment is at 11. I’d at least like to get him out of jail.
Jerry Espenson: Shirley, there are many words to describe you, but compassion--
Shirley Schmidt: rolling her eyes. Cut the crap, Jerry.
Jerry Espenson: purrs
Shirley Schmidt: You can handle his arraignment, then it’s back to work for us.
Katie looks at Jerry, getting a nod of approval.
Alan strides through the hallway, a few files in hand, as Denny comes around a corner.
Denny Crane: Hey, Alan, did you report that woman to the police yet?
Alan Shore: No, I still can’t decide if I should. Would you?
Denny Crane: No, probably not.
Alan Shore: Why not?
Denny Crane: Because she already killed him.
Denny strides on ahead, leaving Alan standing in stunned silence.
Denny and Alan are watching the news on
Denny’s office TV.
Newscaster: The information is still coming in, but
what we have learned is that the shooter has been
identified as Patrice Kelly. If you recall, it was Ms.
Kelly’s daughter, Hannah Kelly, who was bludgeoned
to death with a vodka bottle by Sean Harmon, the
man who was shot today. We are getting
confirmation that Mr. Harmon is dead from a single
gunshot wound to the head.
Denny Crane: flipping off the TV. OK, first thing,
get her into rehab. You’ll want to put out a
statement…
Alan Shore: I feel sick
Denny Crane: Stay away from anything too controversial, like Rutgers basketball…
Alan Shore: gets up and starts pacing. Denny, I should have prevented this. I could have prevented this.
Assistant: knocks. Alan? You have a call from Patrice Kelly. She says you’ll know what it’s regarding.
Denny Crane: Boy, it’s exciting being you.
Alan stares vacantly out the office door a moment before walking out.
Inside a Middletown courtroom, Judge
Donahue is listening to arguments from
Katie and Attorney George McDougal.
Judge Donahue: They passed a law
criminalizing him driving a car.
Katie Lloyd: Yes, Your Honor, last night.
They then arrested him today affording no
notice.
Attorney George McDougal: He was also
arrested for assault. The suspect became
violent with officers.
Katie Lloyd: The suspect was simply told to
get out of the car, and when he complied he
was thrown against the hood--
Judge Donahue: shakes his head in
dismay.
Attorney George McDougal: Anyone subject to a stop can be handcuffed.
Katie Lloyd: He was not told the nature of this ridiculous infraction, nor was he informed--
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Attorney George McDougal: Maybe when counsel has children of her own, drawing a disgusted look from
Katie, she might see the rationale in discouraging sex offenders from prowling--
Katie Lloyd: He was not prowling, Your Honor, he was driving to his place of employment.
Judge Donahue: Save your breath, Ms. Lloyd. The charges against Mr. Washington are dismissed.
Katie Lloyd: Thank you. Your Honor, might you also strike down this capricious ordinance on the grounds that--
Judge Donahue: I’m sorry, Ms. Lloyd. I can’t do that. Towns have a right to protect themselves and Mr.
Washington is a registered sex offender.
Katie Lloyd: --And as such faces enormous difficulty getting employment. He was fortunate enough to do so
here--
Judge Donahue: I understand, but I gotta be honest … I live here myself. He’s free to go and I would hope that
he would do so--far, far away. We’re adjourned.
Patrice Kelly’s holding cell. She’s sitting on
her bunk, reading, when the guard opens
the door and Alan steps inside. She looks
up, still in her brocade suit, legs crossed,
her hands clasped in her lap. Her hair is
less perfectly coiffed now, slightly loose.
Patrice Kelly: I lost my mind. I’ve been
charged with a serious crime. I was wondering
whether you’d provide me with representation.
Alan Shore: standing by the bars, hands
folded in front of him. No.
Patrice Kelly: Well, that seems at odds with
your showing up. It’s not everyday we
encounter compelling characters, is it?
Alan Shore: Do you expect to get away with
this?
Patrice Kelly: I’m insane.
Alan Shore: Not legally.
Patrice Kelly: Well, that would be a jury’s call,
and with your influence--
Alan Shore: Patrice--may I call you Patrice?
Patrice Kelly: I‘d like that.
Alan Shore: Let’s drop the little insanity act. Let’s be frank. This was a premeditated, calculated revenge killing.
Patrice Kelly: That’s not true. But if it were true, he had it coming. staring coldly at Alan as he assesses her.
Alan and Denny are sitting on the sofas in Alan’s office.
Denny Crane: So, you took the case…
Alan Shore: She’s too fascinating to pass up.
Denny Crane: Would I like her?
Alan Shore: She’s female, has a pulse…
Denny Crane inhales excitedly, pressing his hand over his heart.
Alan Shore: The arraignment’s tomorrow. You want it?
Denny Crane: Of course I want in.
Lorraine Weller: appearing at the door .Are you ready?
Both men stand, wearing smiles.
Denny Crane: raises his eyebrows. Ready for what?
Alan Shore: Lorraine and I are getting underpants.
Denny turns back toward Alan to make sure he heard correctly.
Lorraine Weller: smiles. Drinks.
Denny Crane: I drink like a fish! I promise.
In their office, Jerry is looking at his computer as Katie walks to her seat.
Katie Lloyd: This is the only job he could get Jerry, but if he can’t get there--
Jerry Espenson: Laws denying sex offenders jobs, housing--they’ve all been upheld as reasonable. We could
always challenge Megan’s Law itself. This judge did seem to suggest some intolerance for it.
Shirley steps into the office.
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Katie Lloyd: We sort of won, but--
Shirley Schmidt: But what?
Katie Lloyd: We’d like to go back into court, just one time--
Shirley Schmidt: Because …?
Katie Lloyd: To overturn Megan’s Law.
Shirley stands speechless just as Carl steps in behind her.
Jerry Espenson: So compassionate…
Carl Sack: The answer’s “no”. You’re both behind on assignments from other partners. You need to think
about saving your own jobs instead of your buddy Joe’s.
Katie Lloyd: Mr. Sack ..?
Carl Sack: There will be no more time spent on Joseph Washington. You’re done.
In a quiet bar, Lorraine and Alan are
sitting together at a table.
Lorraine Weller: places her hand near
Alan’s, looks into his eyes. Tell me
more about this friend of your mother’s.
Alan Shore: lays his hand over hers,
patting it slowly as he begins
awkwardly. She looked like you. She
was impossibly beautiful, funny, intuitive.
wincing with some discomfort, then
smiling . She took away my virginity and
never returned it.
Lorraine Weller: Smiles warmly, almost
flirtingly. You were fourteen. Is it
possible your sex with me is about anger?
Alan Shore: I think it’s more about
napkins, uh, winces over using the
wrong word control. Lorraine continues
looking at him empathetically.
Alan Shore: hesitantly. The first time you and I kissed, you touched my leg in a very gentle and familiar way,
which…My mother was not an affectionate woman, I’ve told you this. The only act of tenderness I can recall
was she would fit me for trousers and in so doing she would touch my leg in such a way that, in the absence of
any other attention, an eight-year-old boy might interpret as…nurturing and loving. And somehow now you
occasion a series of visceral memories and responses which for some reason seem to induce green peanuts—-
word salad.
A crowd of people outside the Middletown
courthouse--some holding signs--protest a
sex offender in the community. There are
reporters as well. Shouts rise when Joseph
Washington is spotted arriving with Katie
Lloyd and Jerry Espenson. “There he is!”
and “We don’t want your kind!” are heard
among the rabble as they make their way
into the courthouse.
Jerry Espenson: in front of a judge in a
packed courtroom, hands on thighs. The
fact is, Megan’s Law is unconstitutional. The
crowd rumbles. It’s a punishment that
amounts to a form of double jeopardy. My
client already paid his debt to society; he served his term. Requiring that he register post prison—
Attorney George McDougal: Are you seriously going to challenge an existing law?
Jerry Espenson: This law also denies due process. My client was afforded no opportunity to hearing before
having to register--
Attorney George McDougal: He got a trial.
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Jerry Espenson: assertively. But these are post trial consequences. What's more, the law is capricious. If we
punish sex offenders like this, making it impossible for them to get housing, jobs, impossible to live--they simply
won’t register, as many today don’t.
Attorney George McDougal: We’re talking about a crime with the highest rate of recidivism. A crime where most
offenders are powerless not to repeat – they’re sick. Does Megan’s Law pinch a few of their civil liberties?
Sure. I say they forfeit those liberties when they put their hands on a child!
Voices in the courtroom rise
in agreement.
Judge Donahue: Settle down!
Jerry Espenson: The so-called
sex offense we’re talking about
here was that he had sex as a
seventeen-year-old with a girl
who was sixteen.
Attorney George McDougal:
No, he raped her.
Jerry Espenson: It was
consensual.
Attorney George McDougal: The
jury found otherwise.
Judge Donahue: All right, all
right. I’ve heard enough. Mr.
Espenson, you make many valid
points. But the bottom line, I’m
not overturning Megan’s Law and good luck finding any judge who will. Your motion is denied and we are
adjourned.
Katie Lloyd’s disappointment is obvious as the crowd behind them rise to leave, talking, some clapping.
Joseph sits at the table, his face pressed into his hands.
An office door closes firmly. Katie’s hands rest on the back of a chair. Jerry’s hands are pressed to his
thighs.
Carl Sack: I’m curious. Which of you had the bight idea, “Hey, let’s just defy Carl Sack—
Katie Lloyd: Mr. Sack, Joseph Washington is being punished and vilified--
Carl Sack: sarcastically. Yes, we tend to do that with rapists--
Katie Lloyd: emphatically. He did not rape her. You may not believe in him, but you cannot deny my right to …
whether you’re a Senior Partner or otherwise.
Jerry begins purring.
Carl Sack: I don’t know your buddy, Joe, Katie. I believe in you – or did. If this woman he was convicted of
raping--if she was really his girlfriend--Joe-Bob would know her name.
Katie Lloyd: So…
Carl Sack: So a good attorney – which I believed you to be – instead of trying to overturn Megan’s Law, would
be googling the girl, finding her, persuading her to recant in hopes of overturning the conviction. Katie and
Jerry exchange guilty glances. Then a good attorney would simply unregister him as a sex offender. That’s
what good attorneys do, but since you two are seemingly not, it’s probably not wise to defy me. Get out.
Katie Lloyd: Yes sir. follows Jerry, who adds a tiny hop. Thank you, sir.
In a jailhouse meeting room, Alan sits across the table from Patrice Kelly, now in blue prison garb, her
hair falling loose to her shoulders.
Alan Shore: If the police report is to be believed, you walked into Sean Harmon’s place of employment,
approached him, and shot him in the forehead.
Patrice Kelly: I said “hello” first. Matter-of-factly. I wanted to give him a second to appreciate who was killing
him, and why.
Alan Shore: Do you feel any contrition whatsoever over this?
Patrice Kelly: Would that help?
Alan Shore: taken aback. I really don’t know what to say here.
Patrice Kelly: Well, the first order of business, you must get me bail. I had all my securities converted in case,
so I should be able to get a money order issued today.
Alan Shore: Bail--
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Patrice Kelly: If I don’t get bail,
Alan, the only images of me will
be in this outfit, and we can’t
have that. We need to think
about influencing that jury pool.
I’m sure you agree.
Alan Shore: You’re not sounding
very insane.
Patrice Kelly: I’m better now. It
was temporary insanity.
Alan Shore: nodding. Right.
Patrice Kelly: I’d like you to get
dominion of the room as soon
as arraignment begins. If
possible, please pre-empt the
reading of the charges, they
tend to make good sound bytes.
And also please, don’t forget in your bail argument, to state the obvious – this is important.
Alan Shore: The obvious…
Patrice Kelly: hands clasped. Yes. He had it coming. I’d like you to be passionate about that. The jury will be
listening.
Inside Judge Fudd’s courtroom, Patrice Kelly is led to the defense table with Alan and Denny.
Bailiff: Case number six two four five, Commonwealth versus Patrice Kelly on a charge of first degree--
Alan Shore: interrupting. Alan Shore for the defendant along with my colleague Denny Crane. We’d like to
enter our appearance and a plea of not guilty. We’ll waive reading of the charges, which frankly shouldn’t be
read at all. What kind of society is this that hauls in a grieving mother? Judge Fudd: We only haul in grieving
mothers who shoot people, Counselor.
Alan Shore: Yes, Your Honor, if we could proceed to bail, my client--
ADA Betts: rising now --Committed cold-blooded murder and bail is--
Alan Shore: --her temperature was never taken and bail is a function of flight risk and danger to society. Patrice
Kelly poses neither.
ADA Betts: She executes people--
Alan Shore: Only the ones who murder her children and since my client in now fresh out of kids, I would submit
that there is nobody left for Patrice Kelly to shoot.
Judge Fudd: Mr. Shore, your tone doesn’t seem to grasp the severity of the matter. Do you think we’re all
gathered her for a good snicker?
Alan Shore: No, I do not Your Honor. We’re gathered here because this woman’s only daughter was beaten to
death by a man of considerable wealth, who was able to hire people with all the skills and resources necessary
to manufacture a temporary insanity defense. The best kind of insanity defense, because with that one you get
both the acquittal and your walking papers so long as you show that the insanity has passed, which his lawyers
of considerable skills and resources were able to do. Sean Harmon walked out of that courtroom a free man.
He bludgeoned her daughter to death with a vodka bottle. He did not go to prison, he did not go to a hospital,
and my client – a grieving mother – could not allow for that injustice. She is not a threat to society at large, she
is not going to run, because frankly why should she? Sean Harmon viciously killed her daughter, Sean Harmon
had it coming. He made her crazy and he got exactly what he deserved.
Judge Fudd: Bail is set for one million dollars; we’ll set a conference for scheduling--
Alan Shore: The defense is ready now.
Judge Fudd: What?
Alan Shore: There's no discovery to speak of, my client walked in and shot somebody. Allegedly.
Judge Fudd: Do you mean you’re entering a plea of Not Guilty?
Alan Shore: No, no, no, no, no. At this time we’d like to give notice of our affirmative defense.
Judge Fudd: Which is?
Alan Shore: Temporary insanity.
ADA Betts looks away barely avoiding rolling his eyes in disgust, Denny looks up at the judge snidely,
and the judge looks both stunned and baffled by what he has just heard.
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Striding through the hall to his office, Alan is
talking with Patrice Kelly about her case.
Patrice Kelly: Is it wise to proceed right to trial?
Alan Shore: There was public outrage when
Sean Harmon was acquitted of killing your
daughter. We want to exploit that while it’s still
outrageous.
Patrice Kelly: I’d also like a black attorney. There
may be African American jurors, I may be
portrayed as the rich white blue-blood, looking to
buy a verdict, so we should probably ‘color up’.
Alan Shore looks askance at her flippant
remark.
Patrice Kelly: And on that note, Denny Crane is
out. Alan stops, listening with a barely tolerant look on his face. I don’t need the image of corporate
gluttonous wealth sitting next to me. We should schedule a press conference as soon as possible. Since you
may not want to put me on the stand, I suggest I tell my story to the media – free from cross examination.
Alan Shore: You scare me
Patrice Kelly looks self confident as Alan strides on ahead.
In a medical office waiting room, Katie leans against the reception desk. A young woman wearing
scrubs steps into the office and addresses Katie.
Gwen Richards: Hi, I’m Gwen Richards, can I help you?
Katie Lloyd: Yes, thank you. My name’s Katie Lloyd. I represent a man named Joseph Washington.
Gwen looks stunned.
Katie Lloyd: I’m guessing from your expression, you know who I’m talking about.
Gwen looks down uncomfortably.
Katie Lloyd: Um, may we speak in private?
Katie Lloyd sits across from Gwen
in an empty office. Gwen continues
to look down.
Katie Lloyd: As I understand Joseph,
the sex was consensual, but you
maintained otherwise so as not to
incur the wrath of your father.
Gwen Richards: Shakes her head a
bit, crossing her arms, looking
toward Katie but not meeting her
eyes. That’s … not true.
Katie Lloyd: Studying Gwen’s
reaction. The sex was not
consensual? He overpowered you?
Gwen Richards: He … pressured me. I
was sixteen. I was afraid to say no. I
didn’t feel like I had a choice. Looks at Katie, then looks down again. Miss Lloyd, I can’t help you.
Katie looks disappointed, sighs.
Gwen Richards: Plus this is something I’ve tried to put behind me. I have a life, a family…
Katie Lloyd: I’m not a psychologist, but I suspect, if you weren’t raped, you’ll never put this behind you. Gwen
looks away, closes her eyes. A man served six years in prison. He must live what’s left of his shattered life as
a registered sex offender. And if you were a person of conscience--
Gwen Richards: Cuts off Katie. I need you to leave. I have to get back to work, and I… can’t help you. I need
you to leave.
Katie looks down at Gwen sympathetically, then leaves her sitting there alone.
Alan sits behind his desk. Patrice sits across from him, her stoic features reflected in his desktop.
Alan Shore: We need to talk, specifically about your insanity. Can we do that?
Patrice Kelly: Nods, hands folded. My thought is it should be a dissociative state. They tend to be temporary in
nature.
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Alan Shore: Taken aback by aloofness. What would be the precipitating factor? It was a full month after Sean
Harmon’s acquittal, so what was it that sent you around the bend?
Patrice Kelly: God.
Alan Shore: God?
Patrice Kelly: God. He spoke to me.
Alan Shore: What did God say?
Patrice Kelly: Shoot him in the head.
Alan Shore: I see. The thing is, Patrice, for a jury to let you go, they have to like you. That won’t happen
emphatically if they think you’re trying to fool them. So far, I’m not sure I like you.
Patrice Kelly: What’s your point?
Alan Shore: Did God speak to you?
Patrice Kelly: Yes.
Alan Shore: And His exact words were …?
Patrice Kelly: adamantl.y Shoot him in the head.
Alan rolls his eyes.
Whitney sits with Katie and Jerry in their
office, drinking beer from a bottle.
Katie Lloyd: Maybe we can subpoena her…
maybe under oath? I’m not sure she’s willing to
risk perjury.
Whitney Rome: But that’s exactly what she risked
at the trial when she convicted him. If what you’re
saying is true, it’s probably the threat of perjury
that’s kept her from setting the record straight all
these years.
Jerry nods in agreement.
Katie Lloyd: shaking her head in dismay.
Just… there must be something else we can do…
Knock at the door. Alan steps into the room.
Alan Shore: Excuse me, Katie, Jerry. Turns and
extends his hand. Whitney, Alan Shore. We
haven’t officially met. How do you feel about murder trials?
Whitney Rome: I can take ‘em or leave ‘em.
Alan Shore: I need you to take one as second chair. Would you come with me? He turns to head back to his
office, expecting her to follow.
Whitney Rome: Bluntly. Ok, if that’s a line, um, you’re too old and too fat.
Alan Shore: turns back toward her. Not too old… Please, leave the beer. He motions her to go ahead of
him. Katie sighs, at a loss. She looks up to see Gwen Richards in the doorway. Both she and Jerry
stand, surprised and pleased.
Katie Lloyd: Gwen!
Gwen Richards: Tell me what I need to do.
Jerry and Katie beam.
Inside Judge Howe’s courtroom, Gwen
Richards is already seated as Katie, Jerry
and Joseph Washington enter.
Joseph Washington: Tell me again why we’re in
this court?
Katie Lloyd: proceeding to the defense table.
This is the court where you were convicted of
the rape, and therefore the only one that can
overturn it. If successful, then we go back to
Middletown.
Joseph glances back at Gwen whose head
is lowered, looking up ashamedly.
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Katie Lloyd: Please don’t make her any more uncomfortable than she is. We don’t want her to leave. Joseph
nods.
Bailiff: All rise. The judge enters and takes his seat. In re Commonwealth vs. Joseph Washington, the
honorable William Howe presiding. This court is now in session.
Katie Lloyd: Good morning Your Honor, my name is Katie Lloyd. I am before you today with attorney Jerry
Espenson, representing Joseph Washington, who was convicted before you in 1985 on the charge of rape.
Judge Howe: Yes, I’ve read your papers.
DA Haber: Your Honor, I have no idea if there has been any deal cut between Mr. Washington and the witness
to affect any--
Katie Lloyd: There's been no such deal Your Honor, which is so attested to in Miss Richards’ affidavit, and I
would submit, since the rape case against Mr. Washington was based solely and entirely on her testimony--
Judge Howe: Is Miss Richards with us today?
Katie Lloyd: looking back toward her. She is, Your Honor.
Judge Howe: gestures for her to approach. Ms. Richards, step up here please.
Gwen steps forward looking
afraid.
Judge Howe: You claimed Mr.
Washington forcibly raped you.
You’re saying now, that was
not the case?
Gwen Richards: unable to
look directly at the judge.
Yes sir.
Judge Howe: Why would you
say he did?
Gwen Richards: hesitating,
filled with regret. My father
walked in on us. I claimed Mr.
Washington raped me to avoid
punishment. The sex I had
with Mr. Washington was
consensual.
Judge Howe: You realize the
prosecution mostly likely will
charge you now with perjury?
Gwen Richards: Yes, I’ve consulted a lawyer, I know what I’m exposing myself to here.
Judge Howe: I find this revelation a little disgusting, Ms. Richards. In addition to sending this man to prison for
something he didn’t do, perhaps destroying his life irreparably, you continued to let that rape conviction hang
over this man while he was being tried for murder.
Gwen Richards: emotionally. Yes, your honor. I will never be able to give back what I took from him. She
begins to cry. I cannot punish him any longer, Your Honor. He did not rape me. I lied.
Judge Howe: Ok. Given that the prosecution’s primary witness has recanted, I am vacating this conviction,
pending further proceedings. Katie closes her eyes in relief. An arrest warrant is hereby issued for Ms.
Richards. Please take her into custody.
The bailiff rises and escorts Gwen from the courtroom. The judge rises and leaves the bench. Jerry,
Joseph and Katie leave the courtroom, all somber and quiet.
Inside a packed Middletown courtroom, spectators spill into the back.
Attorney McDougal: He hasn’t been cleared. The case is still officially pending--
Katie Lloyd: But the conviction was vacated, which means that he doesn’t have to be registered as a sex
offender.
Gasps from the crowd.
Judge Donahue: All right, settle down.
Attorney McDougal: Your Honor, we don’t know the circumstances surrounding Ms. Richards’ sudden decision
to recant her testimony.
Judge Donahue: Mr. McDougal, unless you show me some evidence to cast suspicion on these circumstances,
my hands are tied. He doesn’t stand before me as a convicted sex offender. I therefore order you to take his
name off the registered sex offenders list.
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The crowd’s displeasure rises in volume. Joseph acknowledges his victory with a subtle nod. Attorney
McDougal closes his folder in defeat.
Judge Donohue: All right. Quiet. He is to be afforded all the rights and privileges that we typically extend to
citizens living in what we like to call a free society. That’s all.
Joseph Washington: So I can drive?
Katie Lloyd: You can drive and you should be able to qualify for housing.
Joseph Washington: Yes.
Jerry Espenson: You still have your job, right?
Joseph Washington: My boss says I did. He smiles and puts his hand on Jerry’s back. Thank you. Jerry
grins and nods in reply. Joseph shakes Katie’s hand.
Joseph Washington: Thank you.
A woman spectator steps forward. All three turn as she speaks.
Lauren Delhorn: Excuse me, I’m very sorry to intrude. Mr. Washington, my name is Lauren Delhorn, and I was
raised in the town of Middletown, where I still reside. I realize you’ve done your time in prison, and paid your
debt to society, but sir, we do not want you in Middletown.
Joseph flinches uncomfortably. Katie looks from the woman to Joseph.
Lauren Delhorn: This is a safe town, where people still go to mass on Friday nights. Please show us the
respect you’d like others to extend to you… go live somewhere else.
As she turns to leave a priest who was also a spectator approaches them.
Priest: Conciliatory. They mean well. They just want to raise their children, I suppose, and not have to look
over their shoulders, but it probably would be best if you went elsewhere.
As the priest leaves, Joseph can’t quite believe what he’s heard. He looks to Jerry and Katie who seem
sad, but not surprised.
At Crane Poole & Schmidt, Alan pushes open a conference room door and holds it for Patrice to enter.
Whitney already seated at the table.
Patrice Kelly: to Alan. You seem upset.
Alan Shore reaches for the remote Whitney is handing him. On the video screen we see a news item
featuring an interview with Patrice Kelly looking more casual and less blue-blood than usual.
TV Commentator: “As Miss Kelly took time out for a Rod Stewart concert last night, she stopped to talk to
reporters.
Patrice Kelly onscreen: The truth is in the eight months following my daughter’s death, I never went anywhere. It
was as if that man killed me as well as Hannah. Well, he didn’t kill me. In fact it worked out quite the opposite.
And now that my daughter can finally rest in peace, I thought, maybe I can live life for both of us.’” She turns
away from the cameras as the reporters call to her for more.
Alan Shore: turning off the TV. Now, what exactly was the thinking here?
Patrice Kelly: I want the jury to know me. It’s more difficult to imprison people you care about.
Alan Shore: tersely. And you think you engendered sympathy with that little performance, going to a rock
concert? Let me tell you something Patrice, if the jury detects some twisted sense of joy on your part of--
Patrice Kelly: What you saw was empowerment, not joy. As for the concert, it was Rod Stewart--completely age
appropriate.
Whitney Rome: Jury’s not gonna know
you lady. It all comes down to a collection
of impressions, first ones getting the most
play. You wanna know mine?
Patrice Kelly: No.
Whitney raises an eyebrow, as does
Alan.
Patrice Kelly: I’m sorry, that was rude.
Whitney Rome: Empowerment’s no
defense for first degree murder. I’m told
God speaks to you. sarcastically. Best
you keep talking to him. That we can make
work.
Patrice Kelly: to Alan. I like her.
Katie and Jerry are sitting at a bar.
Jerry Espenson: chuckling. I’ve never had a beer in the middle of the day before.
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Katie Lloyd: smiling. Winston Churchill used to drink in ‘victory because he deserved it, and in defeat because
he needed it’.
Jerry Espenson: I don’t know how much of a victory
it was. A t least he can get to his job, anyway.
Katie Lloyd: Until the town pressures his employers
to fire him. Her cell phone rings, she answers.
This is Katie Lloyd.
Jerry Espenson is sipping his beer with a straw.
Katie Lloyd: What? She covers her other ear..
When? When did this happen? Pained, nodding
slightly. Yes.
Jerry Espenson: What’s wrong?
Katie Lloyd: In disbelief. He’s dead.
Jerry Espenson: What?
Katie Lloyd: Joseph. He’s dead.
Katie and Jerry are led by a police officer and Medical Examiner into the Middletown coroner’s lab.
Officer: We found no identification, but we’re pretty sure it’s him. I really appreciate you coming down. To
Katie, who is staring blankly. Are, are you ok?
Jerry Espenson: I can do this.
Katie Lloyd: Pained. I’ll do it.
Katie walks into the room, toward the
body lying on the cold steel table, all but
his face draped in a blue cover. The ME
staff member, police officer and Jerry
follow behind as she slowly approaches.
There is a significant head wound.
Katie Lloyd: It’s him.
Jerry sighs sadly, and Katie starts to
leave. She then turns back to look at him
one last time.
Officer: Whoever did it, we’ll catch him.
Jerry nods slightly, and Katie’s
expression turns to anguish, she covers
her mouth and rushes down the hall.
Jerry follows her.
In Alan’s office, Lorraine is measuring Alan for pants.
Lorraine Weller: Business-like. Inseam is 29. Let’s do your waist. Briskly wraps tape measure around his
waist.
Alan Shore: Laughs nervously, and pulls away as her hands come into contact with him. I really don’t
know what you’re trying to accomplish, Lorraine. He takes her hands in his, stepping down.
Lorraine Weller: This could desensitize you.
Alan Shore: It’s not working, eh, unless by
desensitize, you mean harden. He rebuttons his
jacket. Lorraine puts her hand on his cheek,
drawing his gaze back up toward hers.
Lorraine Weller: Are you feeling more comfortable,
Alan? Alan crosses his hands in front of him to
disguise his aroused state.
Whitney Rome: I am. What are you, some kind of
nymph?
Lorraine Weller: She steps away from Alan, sees
Whitney enter the doorway. Whitney, how are you
today?
Whitney Rome: Yeah, yeah, I hate to intrude but, did
you see the statement our temporary psycho gave to the police after she shot this guy?
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Alan Shore: I did. He grabs a desk chair
to awkwardly cover himself.
Whitney Rome: She was methodical,
reflective, deliberate, insistently organized.
How do we make insanity from that?
Alan Shore: still trying to be nonchalant.
From scratch. Everything … tastes better,
that way.
Whitney Rome: She looks at the chair
he’s holding, then steps to look around
it. Oh, what am I missing?
Alan Shore: Nothing Whitney. He turns to
deflect her.. As you said, we go with God.
Whitney looks to Lorraine, who gives
her a pleasant smile and a shrug.
In their office, Jerry is standing beside Katie’s desk, looking at her sit with her face in her hands. Carl
Sack steps into the room, reading a file, seeming not to notice their demeanor.
Carl Sack: We have a client who was just slapped with a TRO involving some delicate copyright issues. I need
both of you to hop on the research immediately. It may be a late night. He tosses the file onto Katie’s desk
and looks up at both of them. He then turns to leave, but stops and turns back.
Carl Sack: Look at me Katie. She turns, her
eyes and nose red from crying. Older lawyers
typically tell the younger ones not to get too
close to the client. Good advice, for the most
part. But Mr. Washington was lucky that he had
a lawyer who did. Katie begins to cry again.
Because of you, he died an innocent man. You
gave him his name back, and I would suspect, a
little faith.
Katie Lloyd: Wracked with emotion. He died
without a single person in the world giving a
damn about him.
Carl Sack: That’s not true … is it?
After Sack leaves, Katie turns to Jerry.
Katie Lloyd: I’m going to church.
The choir is singing “What a Friend We Have in Jesus” in a small church in Middletown, as Katie enters,
slowly walks down the aisle, seeing familiar faces. The congregation sees her standing there as they
take their seats. The priest sees Katie
standing in front of him as he turns to speak.
Katie Lloyd: Respectfully. I, I beg your pardon.
I was wondering if I might say a just a word or
two, in memory of Joseph Washington?
Priest: Cautiously. All right.
Katie Lloyd: Speaks to the congregation. I’m
terribly sorry to disturb your evening service, but
a man, Joseph Washington--maybe some of you
knew him--passed away today… and, uh, his
last place of residence was Middletown. He
didn’t really have many people in his life. He, he
spent a great deal of time in prison, and when
he got out, well as you can imagine, not very
many communities were inclined to embrace
him.
Jerry enters and stands at the back.
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Katie Lloyd: He was excited about coming to Middletown, because he’d heard it was a kind town, her voice
cracks with emotion a community of tolerant people. Not all of you welcomed him. Some of you thought him
a murderer. No, he was not. Some of you thought he was a rapist. No, he was not. Emotion rising in her
voice. Some of you thought him unfeeling, and no, he was not. Many of you have families and quite rightly
want to protect them. You don’t want people coming here out of prison. But you might wonder, where are they
to go? Glancing around the room as everyone listens. With over two million people currently in American
prisons, with about 700,000 due to be released by the end of next year, where are they to go? And if we deny
them housing, jobs, if we treat them with nothing but scorn, what’s to become of them? I apologize. I didn’t
come here to lecture so much as to … well, when a human being dies, he should be prayed for, and since
Joseph last lived among you, glancing around her please let us pray.
The entire congregation bows
their heads.
Katie Lloyd: head bowed Oh Lord,
we humbly pray thee to show mercy
on the soul of Joseph, who you
have commanded to pass out of this
world… a world which was often
trying to hold back her sorrow not
kind to him. We pray thee might
place him in a place of peace and
light, of goodwill, love and
forgiveness. Amen.
Congregation: Amen.
Jerry crosses himself and Katie
walks back down the aisle to join
him as people turn to watch her
go.
Denny and Alan sit on Denny’s balcony.
Denny Crane: You can’t go in with ‘God told me to
shoot him’, as a defense!
Alan Shore: Why not?
Denny Crane: I don’t doubt that God talked to her,
but he wouldn’t say shoot – the devil would say
that, and juries don’t like devils.
Alan Shore: Except me.
Denny Crane: That’s right. They love you
Alan Shore: I must say, I feel a bit like the devil,
Denny. I mean, I don’t believe for a second that
woman was insane. It was as premeditated as can
be, yet I’m excited to help her get away with it.
Denny Crane: It’s because the bastard had it
coming, like she said. He deserved to be shot.
Right between the eyes. And you have trouble
admitting to yourself, that deep down, you’re for
the death penalty. An eye for an eye – BOOM… It
was good.
Alan Shore: I’m not for the death penalty.
Denny Crane: Yes, you are. It’s not politically
correct, it’s not evolved, it’s not learned … spare
me. The guy beat the girl to death. I’d have shot
him in the balls first. An eye for an eye… BOOM …
dead. Alan looks on, listening. That’s what you
believe, deep down. So does God.
Denny looks over at Alan, who is silent.
Denny Crane: What?
Alan Shore: Did you hear Joseph Washington was
killed?
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Denny Crane: Oh yeah? Terrible.
Alan Shore: I used to think hope was something that belonged to everybody. Put limits on guns, and butter …
but hope…
Denny Crane: Springs a kernel. Alan tries, but can’t seem to make sense of that non sequitur, and looks
to Denny.
Denny Crane: Old farmer’s saying … growing corn? Hope springs a kernel. Haven’t you heard that?
Alan Shore: Springs eternal.
Denny gives him a questioning look.
Alan Shore: Hope … springs eternal.
Denny Crane: Oh.
Alan Shore: It didn’t for Joseph Washington--or if it did, it didn’t matter.
Denny Crane: Two things this world has too much of: suffering and…corn.
Alan Shore sighs with a fond laugh.
Denny Crane: I think it is ‘hope springs a kernel.
Alan Shore: You may be right.
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