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Judge Eliza Solves Murder Case On Live TV

Judge Eliza Solves Murder Case

On Live TV

By

Mario V. Farina

Copyright 2017 Mario V. Farina

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“The parties have been sworn, Judge.” Bailiff Marvin Robinson, a police officer, turned to the studio audience. “You may sit down,” he said.

“Thank you, Marvin,” said Judge Eliza Bradley, as she turned her attention to the litigants standing before her. At her left was the plaintiff, Alice Martini; at the right, defendant, Robert Johnson. Ms. Martini was about twenty-five, dark haired and wearing a red blouse with white slacks. Robert was also dark haired, wearing a gray shirt with a brown and white tie. He had on black pants.

Judge Eliza addressed Ms. Martini. “You’re suing for the amount of a loan you claim you made to Mr. Johnson. Tell the court what happened.”

“Your Honor,” responded Alice Martini. “On February 3, of this year, Mr. Johnson approached me and asked for a loan of $3000. He said he needed to repair his old car and didn’t have the money. He promised to repay me when he got his tax refund, and . . .”

“That’s a lie, it was a gift,” interrupted Robert!

“You’ll have your turn,” stated Judge Eliza. “Don’t interrupt again,” she ordered.

“He never paid anything back,” continued Alice.

The foregoing was all part of a television program entitled, Tell It To The Judge, which aired nightly during the week. Ms. Eliza Bradley was a real judge and the litigants had agreed to accept her decision in this case. Win or lose, they couldn’t lose since they would be paid for their appearances.

“Was there anything written on paper,” asked the judge.

“I wrote out a check, but didn’t bring a copy. He does acknowledge he owes the money in an email, though, judge.”

“Show me,” said the judge.

Pointing to its screen, Alice handed the bailiff her cell phone. The bailiff took it from her hand and walked to the bench where he handed it to the judge. She read from the screen, then returned it to the bailiff, who brought it back to the plaintiff.

“Did you borrow money from Ms. Martini, she asked the defendant?”

“No, Your Honor, it was a gift. I told her that the car needed repairs, and she offered to give me $3000. “

“Your email to her on February 3, indicates that you knew it was a loan, and would repay as soon as you could. How do you explain that?”

“I said that because she was harassing me. I just wanted her to stop bugging me.”

“What did you do with the money she gave you?”

“I had a lot of repairs done to the car!”

“The plaintiff’s complaint states you bought fancy wheel covers for the car. Was that part of the repairs?”

“Well sort of. It made the car look nicer, and it ran better.”

The judge turned to Alice. “Tell me exactly what he said to you that prompted you to give him the money. Give me a little history about this.”

“Your Honor, Robert and I had been living together for several months. Then suddenly he said he needed more space and left. I hadn’t expected to ever see him again, but he phoned me one day in late January, and said he needed to borrow money so that he could make repairs on his car. He said they were necessary so he could get back and forth to work. I was still bitter about the way we had broken up and said no. He got very angry and hung up.

“That’s all a lie, judge! It didn’t happen like that at all. We were having a friendly conversation over the phone, and she offered!”

“I told you not to interrupt,” said the judge sternly! “Don’t do it again!” Turning to face Alice, she said, “please continue.”

“After he had hung up, Your Honor, I began to have second thoughts. Perhaps, I felt, if I was nice to him, we might get back together again. I foolishly got into my car and drove to his apartment in Williamsburg.”

“You knew where he lived,” interrupted Judge Eliza?

“Yes, Your Honor, I’m ashamed to say that I hadn’t been able to get him out of my mind. I had made it my business to find out where he lived, and what he was doing. I know now I shouldn’t have.” She paused.

“Please continue.”

“I couldn’t find the doorbell, but there was a knocker. I tapped it three or four times. There was no answer. I did it again, this time harder. I could hear noises inside, so I knew he was home. I felt he would be glad to see me because I was bringing good news, so I tried one more time, knocking very hard. This time, the door opened, and I was surprised to see the way he looked. He was disheveled, sweaty, breathing hard. I told him I was willing to give him the money he had asked for. He let me in. We went into the kitchen, I placed the checkbook on the table, and wrote out a check for the money he had asked for, and gave it to him.”

“It was then that I noticed the smell of perfume on his skin. I knew what it was at once. It was Scents Of Autumn, my favorite perfume. When we had made love in the past, he always asked me to put a lot on, far more than I wanted, but enough to please him.”

On a hunch, I said to him, “let’s go into the bedroom. I had noticed his bedroom door was closed, and suspected there might be someone in there he didn’t want me to see.”

“No, it wouldn’t be right for us to have sex right now,” he said!

“I felt I knew why he had been so sweaty and agitated at the door. In a pique, I asked for my check back, but he wouldn’t give it to me. I left, very angry. I realized I had made a mistake, but expected he would pay me back. He didn’t. That’s why I sued.”

“Why didn’t you stop payment,” the judge asked?

“I don’t know; maybe because I still had some hope we would get back together.”

“Didn’t you think to bring the canceled check,” asked the judge?

“I had it on my desk. I had meant to bring it. I was in a hurry, and foolishly left it at home.”

“Never mind, there is no issue whether the defendant got the money; the only thing I have to rule on is whether it was a gift or a loan.”

Turning to face Robert, Judge Eliza said,” tell me your version of what happened at your apartment.”

“Most of it is a lie, Your Honor,” he responded. “Yes, she did come to the door. She had the check all made out. She didn’t come in. She simply handed it to me and told me that it was a token of our love, and that she hoped this gift with bring us back together. The bedroom door was not closed, and I didn’t smell of no Scents of Autumn perfume.”

“I’m having trouble with your version of . . ., Judge Eliza began.”

She suddenly fell silent. She closed her eyes. She appeared to have gone into a trance. The audience seemed puzzled. The technicians in the control room stared at each other. The bailiff went to where she was sitting and put his hand on her shoulder. “Judge!” He muttered.

“Just a moment, just a moment,” she murmured. There was another silent period, which seemed like an hour, but was probably no more than ten seconds. Then she said, “Mr. Johnson, did you ever know a Mary Leonard?”

Startled with the question, Robert didn’t respond.

“Did you know Mary Leonard?” This time the question was asked curtly and angrily!

“Well, y-yes.” The answer was spoken in a weak voice.

“When Ms. Martini came to your house, was she Mary there? This question can be answered yes or no!” The judge spoke sternly.

“Well, I . . .”

Yes or no! Was Mary in the bedroom!”

“Well, yes, sort of . . .”

Was she dead!

“Yes, Your Honor,” Robert responded meekly.

“Mr. Robinson, you murdered Ms. Leonard. It will go better with you if you tell me now how it happened.”

“H-how do you know that I . . .?”

“Never mind how I know. I know!”

“Judge,” Robert began in a feeble voice. “After me and Alice broke up, Mary and me became lovers and started living together. I needed money to pretty up my car, and my new girlfriend, Mary, wouldn’t give it to me. A few days later, after she had splashed on the perfume I liked so well, and we had made love, I demanded she give me the money. She still said no. I got so mad I killed her with my bare hands. A few minutes later, I heard the knocker. It was Alice. What she said when she testified, was the truth. She gave me the check and left.”

“And the body?”

“On a street corner on Kosciusko Street.”

“Bailiff, arrest this person. Audience, stay where you are. You’re all witnesses. Control Room, keep airing.”

Judge Eliza was asked if she had had a spell of psychic revelation. She responded, “No, but I had been privy to the details of a murder that had previously occurred the area. I remembered the name of a heavy perfume named Scents of Autumn that the murdered woman had been wearing. This had not been public knowledge, but I had been informed of it by the police. It took a few seconds for me to realize that the murderer of Mary Leonard was standing right in front of me!”

To this day, this episode of Tell It To The Judge is deemed the most remarkable program ever viewed on live television.


Judge Eliza Solves Murder Case On Live TV

  • ISBN: 9781370085156
  • Author: Mario V. Farina
  • Published: 2017-01-30 05:50:08
  • Words: 1729
Judge Eliza Solves Murder Case On Live TV Judge Eliza Solves Murder Case On Live TV