This is getting out of hand, Your Honor. He just provoked my witness with an outrageous allegation …
My dick has evidence.
Excuse me?
My dick, my private investigator. I call him Dick. Perhaps I should call him as a rebuttal witness, because since the tragedy, he's dug up hotel records and witnesses that confirm that my wife and Mr. Nunally were having an affair. My dick is good.
Your Honor, so what if he was?
Mr Beachum.
Even if he was...
Your witness was intimate with the victim and assaulted the defendant during the arrest.
Actually, while trying to obtain my so-called confession.
Yes.
Oh, come on.
Is that a legal argument, "Oh, come on"?
Don't make me come across this table 'cause I will...
I just want...
Your Honor, he dictated and signed his confession at the station long after the incident, all right?
In fear for my life, since my wife's lover who had just beaten me, was in the room with his friends, and the other officers.
Was Detective Nunally present during Mr. Crawford's interrogation?
Uh... he... he... he may have been, I don't know.
Because if that is indeed the case, the confessions, both of them, are out. If Nunally was there, Mr. Crawford was under duress. The confessions and any evidence gathered while Mr. Nunally was present will all have to be excluded as "fruit of the poisonous tree."
This... This is insane.
That's the Bible, isn't it? The fruit of the tree and all that? It's Matthew. Or is it Mark?
He set all this up. This is a setup.
I'm sorry, Mr. Beachum, but I am not going to allow coerced confessions in my courtroom.
Your Honor, do you think I could go home now, with Thanksgiving around the corner?
Unbelievable.
Don't push it, Mr. Crawford.
What I want to do is I'm going to give Mr. Beachum a few days to come up with some new evidence, and if he can't then maybe you can go home. So we will reconvene on Monday morning. I think that's all.
Thank you, Your Honor.
