“Why don’t you, Mr. Singer?” “Because...” Judge Williams leaned forward. “I’ve never seen a murder trial conducted like this.”
“You’re a one-man show looking for glory, aren’t you? Well, you won’t find it in this court. I’ll tell you something else.
You probably think I should recuse myself because I don’t believe in your devil-made-me-do-it defense,”
but I’m not recusing myself. We’re going to let the jury decide whether they think your client is innocent or guilty.
“Is there anything else, Mr. Singer?” David stood there looking at her, and the room was swimming.
He wanted to tell her to go fuck herself. He wanted to get on his knees and beg her to be fair.
He wanted to go home to bed. He said in a hoarse voice, “No. Thank you, Your Honor.”
Judge Williams nodded. “Mr. Singer, you’re on. Don’t waste any more of this court’s time.”
David walked over to the jury box, trying to forget about his headache and fever. He spoke slowly.
“Ladies and gentlemen, you have listened to the prosecution ridiculing the facts of multiple personality disorder.
I’m sure that Mr. Brennan wasn’t being deliberately malicious. His statements were made out of ignorance.”
The fact is that he obviously knows nothing about multiple personality disorder,
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