Federal Court. Damn. Federal court is strict. Before even entering the courtroom, Rebecca and Dr. Ford are searched with a metal detector. The security guard tells the lawyer that she can't take her bag into the room. When she asks if she can at the very least have a piece of paper and a pen, he says that no writing materials are allowed. Then poor Sarah can't even accompany her into the courtroom; only the lawyers are allowed. Rebecca says, "This is the man's wife." The guard doesn't care. Only the lawyers. Okay, maybe he cares a little because he does apologize, but that doesn't get Dr. Ford into the room, now, does it. Sarah snaps a little, because she says, "You're just following orders, right?" Then it's her turn to apologize. She asks Rebecca to tell her husband that she's out there. The poor woman, having gone weeks without knowing anything about her husband, and then not even being allowed to witness the proceedings? Damn. That really sucks. It's Meg Ryan in Proof of Life suckiness. Okay, if that were a good movie, it'd be a good comparison. Ah, forget it.
Suffering County Courthouse. The eyewitness is on the stand. She's an older woman with short brown hair. Blah she heard screaming, blah middle of the night, blah she knew something wasn't right, blah opened her door, blah she saw Darryl blah. Helen turns and points to the defendant, and just for clarification, asks, "This man right here?" Yes. Mrs. Eyewitness: "He was dressed ratty, like a bum, and he didn't smell too good either." How close was she that she could actually smell him? Helen asks if Darryl said anything to her, to which she responds, "No. But as soon as he saw me he ran for the stairs." Is she absolutely sure? Yes. She's very, very sure.
Eugene gets up to do his cross-examination. He asks if the witness knew the victim. Well, not personally, but she'd sure seen Linda around. Eugene: "Ever talk to her?" No. Meaning she didn't know her voice and couldn't recognize her scream. The eyewitness assumed it must have been her; it came at the time she was killed. Eugene starts in on the Darryl-insisted part of his questioning: Does she know any black people? Does she have any black friends? Of course, Helen objects. Of course, Kittleson says, "Mr. Young!" Blah what are you doing blah. He's laying a foundation. For what? Eugene says, "If I could be allowed to proceed, I'll get there." The judge tells the witness to answer the question. No, she doesn't know any black people that well. Eugene: "But you know for sure that it was my client, even though you saw him for just a moment from down the hall." Mrs. Eyewitness deadpans, "Well. I don't know for sure. It could have been somebody else that looks exactly like him, I suppose." Kittleson smirks. Eugene thanks her and says he has nothing further. Yeah, except he needs to go wipe the egg off his face, and he might need a ten-minute recess for that. Kittleson tells the witness she can step down. The jury flutters. Kittleson calls, "Ms. Gamble." Helen sort of half-leans as she stands up: "The Commonwealth rests."