In Sanford, Florida, the comedians continue to attempt to prosecute George Zimmerman for murder. Normally that would be no laughing matter, but the prosecution has long ago overcome that high bar. Today, the county's medical examiner is called to testify about his autopsy of Trayvon Martin.
Since he has no memory at all of the examination from February of 2012, he continually refers to his notes, presumably written back on the day it occurred. Eventually though, it becomes apparent to the defense attorney cross-examining him that the MD is reading something else into the record. It turns out that he'd pre-written some answers he thought he might need to answer questions. Those written notes have not been shared with anyone. Certainly not with the defense.
Initial attempts by the defense to see just what the man is reading are met with adamant refusals, 'They're mine.' He is quite combative with the defense. The judge has totally lost control of the courtroom as the witness keeps asserting that he has the right to deny his notes to the court. Until the judge recovers her composure and orders him to hand them to the defense.
When the defense asks permission of the court to photocopy them for his perusal, the witness pipes up, 'No, no one can copy them.' Which does not meet with the stern rebuke it deserves. Instead, the judge tells the defense they can sit down, in front of the jury and read the notes. When the two defense attorneys do so, and see something that makes them smile, the witness again pipes up, 'Something funny?'
Not a great moment in courtroom decorum. As this post is written the court is in recess for lunch. The second act of this 'sit-down' routing will follow later.