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hovering about a foot above the floor.
Nicole is almost decapitated, her head hangs to the side held
only by a piece of flesh. Ron is drenched in blood, his
throat slit also. Suddenly Nicole's eyes flicker and she
begins to speak.
NICOLE
Don't you think I would remember the men
who did this to me? Please don't let
these repulsive hypocrites imprison a man
I once loved so deeply simply to advance
their careers! Please!
RON
She's right. How do they propose to honor
us by imprisoning an innocent man?
MARCIA
Objection! Your honor, the testimony of
spirit entities is not allowed in
California courtrooms.
NICOLE
Do you know how far we've come to speak
the truth? How dare you commit this
obscenity in our names?
ITO
I'm afraid she's right, Ms. Brown. We
can't accept your testimony under
California law. Bailiff, please call an
exorcist to escort these sprits out.
MARCIA
Thank you, your honor. Besides, how do
we know you're the real Ron and Nicole,
and not some other ghosts looking for
attention? It could happen?
RON
Ask us for details known only to the
police. Like who destroyed my killer's
fingerprints, and who shredded his file?
MARCIA
Okay wise guy. When Fuhrman went to
plant the glove, what color panties was
he wearing?
FURMAN
Hey!
RON
Pink with Garfield in a Klan robe on it.
But what's the point in telling you?
Even our testimony is worthless here.
COCHRAN
Your honor, the prosecution itself just
admitted Fuhrman planted the glove! What
more do you need?
ITO
A spine. Regardless, the question was,
eh, posed as a hypothetical. Proceed.
NICOLE
Marcia Clark, you'll pay for this. I
will not rest until I insure you pay
dearly for convicting any innocents in my
name, this while protecting killers you
knew from the beginning.
RON
Would you like to know the latest
victims? The Spooks and cops who shot
the people in the in LAPD crime lab? Or
is it a trifle self-incriminating?
NICOLE
Marcia, Chris, Garcetti… you at the
prosecution table, I promise you this…
where your bloodstained cohorts go, you
will follow.
Disgusted, Ron and Nicole disappear.
MARCIA
(smirks defiantly)
As you can see, ladies and gentlemen of
the jury, unlike me; they're just here to
confuse and mislead the jury. Now the
defense has got the ghosts of Ron and
Nicole to believe their ridiculous
conspiracy theory! What's next? UFOs at
the murder scene? Or how about their
planting stories in the media about
racist cops in law enforcement agencies
like the ATF—
BAILEY
(rises from the defense table)
Objection! That story was covered before
this trial began! Over 300 ATF agents
were videotaped at a Tennessee gathering;
some distributing "Nigger Hunting
Licenses" and t-shirts of Simpson hanging
from a noose!
FUHRMAN
You're making a big deal out of nothing.
The shirts shrink and bleed when you wash
'em.
MARCIA
Just answer the questions, Mr. Fuhrman.
Now on your way home from church last
Sunday, when the Dream Team chased you
with guns and bats...with ghetto blasters
in hand blaring misogynist Snoop Doggy
Dogg rap songs in tow….
FUHRMAN
What??
MARCIA
Did they blackmail you into confessing?
ITO
That's it! Ms. Clark, what did I tell you
about personal attacks? Don't leave this
courtroom without writing a check for
$250! Make it out to the Society for the
Appreciation of Gangsta Rap!
MARCIA
(seething at the sanction, she
is barely able to continue)
So, Mr. Fuhrman, you were telling us you
didn't frame Simpson.
FUHRMAN
Judge Ito, can you translate "I framed
Simpson" into words this self-deluded,
vainglorious butt fungus can understand?
ITO
I could, but how many times should I
stomp my foot on the ground?
MARCIA
Your honor, I think the jury has seen
enough today to know we seek the truth,
and come with noble heart and intentions.
No further questions.
ITO
Good. Bailiff, arrest this repulsive
disgrace to law enforcement..
The bailiff unclips his holster, grabs his handcuffs and
heads to Fuhrman…
ITO (CONT'D)
No, not Fuhrman. I mean Ms. Clark.
Fuhrman I need to talk to. Mr. Simpson,
you're a free man on this annoying
technicality we call justice.
(slams the gavel down)
Case dismissed!
Meanwhile, Judge Ito grimly walks up before a mounted camera
and addresses the audience.
ITO (CONT. (CONT'D)
Ladies and gentlemen, I realize this may
be the last televised murder trial in
California. The medium has been terribly
abused by those we relied upon for
objectivity. Mere words cannot express
my disappointment with the dehumanizing
inclinations of the media…thus I must
appeal to the last form of expression
available to me…to any of
us….Interpretive Dance!
Ito whips out a tape recorder and top hat from under his
robe, slips in a cassette and starts dancing the Robot. He
steals the show away from the victorious defense.
MARCIA
(as the bailiff drags her away)
Fools! He's guilty, I tell you! Guilty! I
I saw him do it, yeah! That's it! I saw
him do it! He told me he did it!
DOLLY OUT: Suddenly the song segues into Sir Mix-a-Lot's
"Baby Got Back." A spotlight falls on the judge. Ito tears
off his robe to expose his gangsta rapper gold chains and
jogging suit, and, suddenly accompanied by dancers, he breaks
into a karaoke version of the rap classic….
ITO
"I like big butts and I cannot lie…
you other brothers can't deny…
that when a girl walks in
with an itty bitty waist
and a round thing in your face
you get sprung…
and wanna pull up stuff
cause you notice that butt was stuffed…
deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get with ya,
and take your picture
my homeboys tried to warn me
but that butt you got makin' me so
horny…."
FADE OUT