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Gentlemen.

Johnnie, I want you to meet everyone.

You know Lee. Alan, Johnnie,
nice to see you.

Barry Scheck, and Robert Kardashian.

- And we have Nate 'n Al's.
- The best.

We've got lox and whitefish.

And this is Carl Douglas

and Shawn Chapman. They're
working with us.

- How are you?
- Oh!

Carl, Shawn, welcome. How do you do?

I just want to stress

how honored and happy we are

to have you join the team.

- So let's hit the ground running.
- Yes.

Okay. First question.

Who thinks O.J. did it?

Me neither.

Uh, thank you, Bob.

Why don't we talk big picture strategy?

I'd say our priority at
this juncture is the jury.

Yes. We know we have a
downtown jury, which means

a heavy concentration of

- African-Americans.
- Indeed.

Black men obviously are our allies.

Mr. Simpson, a hero in the community.

And I'm confident that
people will assume

he couldn't have
committed such a ghastly crime.

But black women, on the other
hand, might be a problem.

They don't like their
men marrying white girls.

Is that true?

Why are you looking at me?

Well, I...

But I believe

the generalization is accurate.

Black women resent

successful black men
marrying outside the community.

We need to limit that group.

That analysis is smart.

The prosecution thinks they
have the upper hand, but they don't.

Because we have you.

And you know how these people think.

"These people."

Bob, let me give you

a helpful piece of advice.

On this case, you need

to choose your vernacular

- very, very carefully.
- Mea culpa.

Okay, but the important thing is

that we work together.

When we face the prelim judge,

we want to come out swinging. We concede

to nothing. If Marcia Clark wants

to go to the bathroom, we object.

If they say the sky is blue, hearsay.

Nothing will be admitted
without challenge and provocation.

_

Your Honor, at this time, the
State requests a hair sample

to compare to hairs found
at the scene of the crime.

Excuse me, Your Honor.
We have some grave concerns

about this request. We would ask

that the court limit this sample

to only the number of hairs required

- for testing.
- Ms. Clark, how much hair

- do the People need?
- Well, Your

Honor, a typical sample, as I'm sure

the defense is aware, takes hairs

from each area of the head.

Five to ten hairs per area,

amounting to approximately 100 hairs.

- 100 hairs?
- This is a standard request,

Your Honor. It's only as many hairs

as the criminalist needs, to compare
hairs from the defendant

with hairs found at the crime scene.

100 hairs seems unduly invasive.

Your Honor, we offer one hair.

- What?
- Just a second,

- Ms. Clark.
- Excuse me,

Your Honor, but this

objection is beyond ridiculous.

They seem to be on some kind

of fishing expedition
at my client's expense.

Your Honor, this is routine.

- 80 hairs.
- Five.

- 50.
- Judge, we're getting nowhere.

We request a special
hearing on the hair.

So ordered. I call

for a hearing regarding the collection

of Mr. Simpson's hair.

Thank you, Your Honor.

O.J., you got a visitor.

Where's Bob?

He had a dinner.

How are you, my brother?

"He had a dinner."

You should've seen what
I had for dinner.

I didn't even know
what it was. It was slop.

Then I kept running to the
toilet, but my toilet's

- clogged up, so you can imagine...
- You have to be strong.

We're gonna get you out of here.

Oh, yeah? Is that what Bob said?

No, no, no. That's what I said.

Look at you. You are a mess.

You can't walk into
that courtroom like this.

Everyone's gonna be watching.

Everybody thinks I'm guilty.

So change their minds.

Have you forgotten who you are?

These walls around you
don't change that.

You know what you mean to people?

Okay.

Well, then let me tell
you what you were once

to me.

1978. I just left

private practice,
gone back to the L.A. D.A.,

gonna be the first black assistant
attorney in office.

Gonna change things from
the inside. Shit.

That wasn't happening. Same old shit,

same rigged system.

Feeling powerless for
the first time in my life.

And then my first
marriage blows up in my face.

My children won't talk to me.

I'm a failure at
work, I'm a failure at home.

I was down, brother. I was way down.

Sunday, sitting on my bed,

surrounded by dead-end
paperwork and divorce lawyer bills,

drinking beer... all right,

maybe a little bit too
much beer... feeling sorry

for myself, watching a
football game all alone,

crappy TV. 49ers versus the Falcons.

What I saw you do on
that field that day,

somehow, as I was watching,

it became as if you were running for me.

Driving up that field,
crowded with adversity and obstacles,

getting knocked on your ass

and then popping right back up again.

See, that's what I wanted to do out

there on them streets, back home

with my troubles there but couldn't.

But you, you, you,

you willed

what you needed to do into
being with nothing but grace.

I scored a touchdown that day.

You did. And when they cut away

to the commercial, there you were again,

leaping through the airport for Hertz,

breaking another barrier with
charisma, humor, intelligence.

A black man as the public face

for one of the
world's biggest corporations.

We lost that game.

I don't remember that.

I remember everything else about
that game but not that.

Because it didn't have
nothing to do with what touched me.

And when the game was over, I
got the hell up off that bed

and jogged the six
blocks back to my office

and got right back to work

and haven't stopped and
wallowed in self-pity since that day.

You did that for me.

Just like you've done for
so many others, because you

are O.J. Simpson.

You are O.J. Simpson and you

are an inspiration.

I am.

- You are.
- An inspiration.

An inspiration. That's who you are.

Yeah. Yeah.

You're a man who loves
people, who people love right back.

That's you.

You're a fighter.

You're a runner. And
when you get knocked down,

I need you to pop right
back up like you know you can

and keep going, because this right here,

this right here, O.J. Simpson,

is the run of your life.

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Come in. Come in. Shut the door.

- Shut the door.
- Lance, why did you drag

me out here in the middle of the day?

I've got some big news. Very big.

They assigned me Simpson.

Oh, my God.

- Mwah.
- Yep, yep, yep.

Cecil said that they
considered a number of candidates

and that I was the best
choice. He said I have integrity,

an open mind, and a strong backbone.

"Strong backbone." I like that.

You'll be under a lot of scrutiny.

I'm not intimidated. What's important

is that this jury gets the full picture.

This trial needs to
be pure truth school.

Let them see all the available facts

so they make the right decision.

You need to fill out the
usual spousal conflict form.

Nope. Nothing rings a bell.

I'm so proud of you.

As you were, Captain York.

All rise.

Court is now in session,

the Honorable Lance A. Ito presiding.

You may be seated.

Mr. Simpson.

Are you ready to enter
a plea at this time?

Yes, Your Honor.

And how do you plead
to counts one and two?

Absolutely 100% not guilty.

I love Johnnie, it's just...

we have to keep our eyes on him.

Johnnie's an excellent trial lawyer.

He can sense all the potholes.

That's irrelevant. I
don't want him putting ideas

into O.J.'s head. I mean, the truth is,

we both know there's
only one way out of this case.

Come on, Bob, we're
just getting started.

We want to have a little fun.

No, it's my job to serve the client,

and the reality is, it's not winnable.

Johnnie is here to
make Gil nervous enough

to cut us a deal.

You really think he will?

The race card's sticking,

and Johnnie equals LAPD injustice,

and Gil doesn't want to
see the city burn down again.

Here you gentlemen
go. Eggs Benedict...

and steak and frittata.

Thank you.

And enjoy.

Well, then...

to whom do I invoice my hours?

Hmm?

Who should I bill?

Lee, you're pro bono.

Could I offer
either of you Tabasco or...

No, we're fine.

Bob...

may I remind you, I was your first call.

I like this case for
you. I really do, Lee.

It's a terrific way to
get back in the limelight,

reintroduce yourself to the public.

I don't need reintroducing.

I'm F. Lee Bailey.

I represented Sam
Sheppard, Patty Hearst,

the goddamn Boston Strangler.

That's-that's a long time ago.

Look at the bright side... this could be

the most high-profile criminal case

in the history of the world.

And O.J.'s easily
the most famous American

ever to be put up for murder.

It's a different world, Lee.

I mean, the old days, you'd
turn on TV, 6:00 p.m.,

the news, and now it's 24 hours a day.

I have insomnia. I wake up at 3:00 a.m.

I turn on cable, and boom, there we are.

Trust me...

you'll dine out on this for
the rest of your life.

Yeah.

But Patty Hearst paid.

Nicole was my everything.

You know? She was my...

confidant, my spiritual sister.

You know, now there's just

such a-a void

in my life without
her. I went to a psychic,

and... she said, "Nicole wants you...

to write a book."

But I don't want it to be exploitative.

Oh, no, no. I
mean, o-of course not.

But we need to move fast...

we have to get to press in two weeks.

Uh, Faye, just to... here...

just to give a general
sense, could you give me an overview

- of your times with Nicole?
- Oh, Nicole was

a wonderful person.

She was a terrific mother.

We need to stress that.

We had wonderful times together.

We...

we'd go clubbing and...

go to parties and,

you know, Starbucks.

Sometimes do a little cocaine.

We loved to eat

- at La Scala.
- Cocaine?

Really?

I'm trying to manage it.

There's no good time to find out

your best friend's been murdered,

but particularly not three days

into cocaine treatment.

Did you know Nicole had breast implants?

It was O.J.'s idea, but I'll be
honest with you, she loved them.

What else can I tell you

about Nicole?

She loved to give a Brentwood Hello.

I'm sorry,

a "Brentwood Hello"?

It was a little joke we had.

Where she would go into...

a guy's bedroom while he was asleep,

and, you know...

give...

go down on him.

Ha!

Hmm, hmm, hmm...

We are gonna sell a lot of books.

In a very nonexploitive way, of course.

A.C. maintains he was
trying to keep O.J. alive,

but the evidence says O.J.
was planning to cross into Mexico.

I mean, he was carrying his passport,

disguise kit with fake
beard and mustache,

makeup adhesive,

and $8,700 in cash.

Who takes a
passport to his wife's grave?

God, are they guilty. What
does Kardashian say?

We're screwed on
Kardashian... now he's O.J.'s lawyer,

so he's privileged, he
doesn't have to talk.

But it doesn't matter... we got plenty.

Uh, tell me about the Bahamas.

Well, the couple on the island

heard talk about a chartered yacht.

The crew was expecting O.J. on the 18th.

- The day after the Bronco?
- Yeah.

So O.J. was gonna fly out of
Mexico the night of the 17th.

Damn, this feels good.

I just, I can't,
really... You know what?

I'm gonna have to call you
back. I got to call you back.

Hello. Hi.

Come on in.

Come on in. Have a seat.

I'm glad you were both
able to find time to come down.

It's good for us to
get to know each other.

I know what you're going through.

Do you?!

Do you have a son who was murdered?!

Ron is dead!

And it's like no one even cares.

I turn on the TV,

and it's just O.J. and
Nicole, O.J. and Nicole.

It's like Ron is a footnote...

to his own murder!

And if they talk about him,

they make him seem
like some kind of joke!

It's all so superficial.

He was a male model,

he was a nightclub
promoter, he ran a tanning salon.

It's like they're trying to tarnish him.

Like...

he... he was asking for it.

You know what he did in his spare time?

He... volunteered at a clinic

for children with cerebral palsy.

He was a good person!

He didn't drink, he didn't do drugs.

He should be celebrated!

Not... this!

When the police called

and... they said Ron had been killed...

I assumed it was a car accident.

Never in my worst nightmare

could I have imagined

the truth.

What this...

this monster did to him.

Do you have children?

Two boys.

I pray... that you never
have to read an autopsy report

for your own child.

My son's... last moments

were filled with such horror...

and such...

pain.

He... he was stabbed

so many time.

He was stabbed in his chest, his neck...

his face...

his head, his hands, his stomach...

his thigh.

He was even stabbed...

after he was dead.

We are gonna get him.

You better.

When Goldman arrived with the
glasses in the envelope.

Sorry I'm late.

Anyway, as Bill and I were discussing,

I've decided to take death
penalty off the table.

Gil, we can't do that.

What he did was unspeakable.

It's special circumstances.

- Marcia...
- We want death-qualified jurors.

They're more
aggressive, more likely to convict.

We have to be realistic.

- People love O.J.
- They're not gonna

love him once they see those crime

- scene photos.
- I have no doubt

you're gonna put him behind bars,

but nobody in America is
gonna vote to execute O.J. Simpson.

Marcia, we can't even
execute Charlie Manson.

Great.

Now, how about some
good news? Donald Vinson...

has offered his
services to the case... for free.

Wow! Vinson?

Oh, come on! We don't need his help.

Marcia,

Don's amazing... he
practically invented jury research.

It's not rocket science.

We're gonna have a downtown
jury, which means heavily black.

If I can make it black
women, we are in good shape.

- And why is that?
- They'll sympathize with Nicole.

I have handled case after case

of battered African-American women.

I have heard their stories.

They'll be able to make the connection.

O.J.'s abuse... led to murder.

Okay, well, you're probably right.

But it doesn't hurt to
be open to outside input.

Go see Vinson.

So,
how about that Bronco chase, huh?

Anybody see that?

I know I did.

Oh-ho, that was something.

Okay, so who thinks he's innocent?

Okay.

And who thinks O.J.
Simpson committed the murders?

Holy shit. It's worse than I thought.

You told the court today

that you left the
restaurant at 9:00 p.m.,

and that you knew that
because the restaurant was closing.

Why did you tell
police you were home by 8:30?

Your Honor, I would
like to ask the court

to instruct the
witness to answer the question.

Give me your impressions of Marcia Clark

based on what you've seen.

Please. Come on.

And-and I want you to be honest.

- Okay.
- Well, she seems like a bitch.

She acts like everybody's stupid.

And she's strident!

I wouldn't want to be her boyfriend.

Yeah, a
real know-it-all.

She's shifty.

Yes, definitely.

Black women don't like you.

What? No.

No, that's idiotic.

I have tried many, many cases in
front of black women and won.

I have a rapport with them.

The data doesn't bear that
out. Well, then, your data

is horseshit.

Some of those black women

still write me letters.

Well, that's wonderful anecdotal
information, but

I think it would be
wise to limit the number

of African-American women on your jury.

You might also consider softening
your appearance.

Skirts instead of business suits.

Perhaps a new hairdo.

Maybe try smiling a bit more.

Our focus group

rated the participants on
a scale of one to ten,

based on how much sympathy they felt.

Among black women, O.J.
received all nines and tens.

But Nicole

scored sevens, fives and a three.

Really?

The murder victim scored a three?

It was all over the cards.

You saw the cards? Why
didn't I see the cards?

Who's in charge of
distributing the cards?

Gentlemen, let's focus on our client.

Yeah, that's a novel idea.

I will admit

I'm surprised that black
ladies liked O.J. so much.

What exactly did they say?

Oh, it's very positive.

They call O.J. "handsome,"
"masculine" and "charming."

Hmm.

What, what words did
they use to describe Nicole?

Um...

various terms got thrown around.

But one term came up a lot.

"Gold digger."

Gold digger? That's completely wrong.

I mean, she wasn't like that at all.

I'm just repeating the data.

Nicole wasn't a gold digger.

I mean, I-I knew her. She loved him.

Well, they were
obsessed with each other.

And she really did love him.

They had hot sex.

Which, of course, became a problem

after they broke up, because O.J. knew

that she needed it all the time.

And it absolutely drove him crazy.

You know, when she was at
that little house on Gretna Green,

he used to hide in the bushes

and watch her have sex with other guys.

Did she know that O.J. was out there?

Of course she did!

She used to love to push his buttons.

And they were constantly reconciling.

And then somebody
would sleep with someone,

and the fighting would start again.

They were really the most
undivorced divorced couple

I think I've ever known.

Hey. Working late?

Jury selection begins tomorrow.

They've called 900 people.

I hear it might be a record.

Maybe I'll make The Guinness Book.

I'll probably be here all
night, while Bob Shapiro eats dinner

in some Beverly Hills
restaurant I can't afford.

Well, I'll make it quick.

I'm just checking to see where
we're at with Cowlings.

Oh, Chris. Damn it.

I'm sorry. I'm so distracted.

I meant to talk to you.

O.J. is swallowing up everything.

And considering the available evidence,

Gil thinks we should drop
the Cowlings investigation.

You've done a great job, but...

I'm sorry.

Let me buy you a drink.

I only drink tequila.

There's a reason you're the boss-man.

This trial is so crazy.

Usually people are throwing
up every excuse

to get out of serving on a long case,

but here, I have to
wade through the crackpots

and the attention-seekers.

- How extensive is the voir dire?
- It's endless!

We are asking 294 questions.

There are so many moving parts.

"Have you ever asked a
celebrity for an autograph?"

"Have you ever dated
anyone of a different race?"

"Are you a fan of USC football?"

There's a lot of Trojan fans downtown.

I'll deal with them.

Here's what I see as
O.J.'s biggest problem.

That he did it?

Okay.

Here's what I see as
O.J.'s second biggest problem...

that pileup of egos called
"The Dream Team."

It's a dozen alpha dogs in a cage match.

They are gonna tear each
other up and implode.

Well...

That may be true for all the white guys,

but I wouldn't be so quick
to judge Johnnie.

Oh, come on.

He's an act.

Those flashy
clothes, the preachy speeches.

How'd he score?

- What?
- How'd he score?

Pretty high.

Tens from blacks, sixes from whites,

for a weighted average of eight.

Wow.

And how'd you score?

Four.

Ouch.

I'm being totally honest with you.

What am I not seeing?

He's real.

I mean, Johnnie's a showboat,

but at the end of the day, he
always fights for community.

He talks like a preacher,

because he goes to church every Sunday.

When I first started at
SID, if I had a question,

he'd always be my first call.

We were on the same
side, just fighting bad cops,

just coming at it from different angles.

I wouldn't underestimate him.

I'll tell you something.

I've known Bob Shapiro a long time.

We're old friends.

I'm the godfather of his oldest son.

Hmm.

But he does not have the proper...

appetite for this
case we find ourselves on.

You and I are
creatures of the courtroom.

The parries and
jabs, the turns of phrase.

That's where a case is won.

Not by settling like a pussy.

Johnnie...

we owe it to our client

to take it to the finish line.

It's time for you to make a move.

This crowd is ridiculous.

It's like when David O.
Selznick cast Scarlett O'Hara

in Gone with the Wind.

Hey, it's the Trial of the Century.

Jesus, it's like they
all scored courtside seats

at a Lakers game.

Somebody better warn them.

They're about to be sequestered
for half a year.

Come to order.

Department 103 is now in session.

Welcome to jury selection.

Welcome to jury selection.

I have to say, I have never seen

a case quite as unusual as this one.

I have no issues with the police.

Uh, one time when my car stalled,

they helped me push it
to the side of the road.

Your Honor, the defense asks the court

to thank and excuse prospective
juror number 58.

Ma'am,

you say on your questionnaire you've had

multiple encounters with the LAPD.

Would you describe
those as positive or negative?

What's worse than negative?

The People ask the court to
thank and excuse prospective

juror number 79.

Yeah, what's-what's the tally?

I-I feel they're targeting
too many blacks.

It seemed pretty balanced to me.

No, no, no, I agree with Johnnie.

It's inappropriate.

I should inform the press.

I think a press
conference is a good idea.

- Mm.
- But I don't think

you're the most ideal person to...

to speak out on this issue.

I'm the lead attorney.

I'll do the press conference.

What the prosecution

is doing implies an insidious effort

to remove black jurors

because they are black.

- Charlie.
- Hey.

Hey, can you fit me in?

- For you, always, Johnnie.
- Beautiful.

Get you a buff or a
complete shine today?

Complete shine. I got all
the time in the world.

- Hey, Johnnie.
- Hey.

You're still here. Still here, man.

You got a minute to talk?

- I suppose I can fit you in.
- All right.

Well, we're really
concerned about the tenor

of the prosecution's questions.

We're really bothered by the
way they go after certain jurors.

You know, ultimately, it's a...

it's an issue of fairness.

Uh, fairness for whom?

Well, you have eyes and ears.

You tell me.

This is total bullshit.

So what? I'm not
worried about whether it's true.

I'm worried about perception.

The optics.

Yes, the optics. With Cochran

taking a larger role, I
think it might make sense for us

to balance out our ticket, stir
in a little added flavor.

You mean a black person?

I didn't say that, Bill.

But it's not a bad
idea. Add a third chair.

Sure. Give our team something extra.

We like where we are.

Uh-huh. Well, I think

you should strongly consider
what I'm saying.

What about Chris Darden?

Bob, why is this taking so long?

I missed Halloween,

didn't get to take my
kids trick-or-treating.

Now Thanksgiving's coming up.

Holidays are always rough.

What about Christmas?

Well, that's gonna be hard.

Excuse me.
The judge would like to see

all counsel in his chambers.

Counsel, we have a problem.

- No.
- Oh, my God.

You've got to be kidding.
When did that get printed?

I'm troubled by this.

Her book could have major ramifications

- on jury selection.
- Yes.

This unwarranted publicity

could make it impossible for Mr. Simpson

- to get a fair trial.
- Oh, come on, Bob.

How do we know that this book
would prevent a fair trial?

No one's even read the damn thing.

I said "could," Marcia.

All right, well, why
don't we order up some copies?

I will temporarily suspend
jury selection.

This is how she pays
tribute to her friend.

They're doing coke on every other page.

Wow.

I'll never think of
Brentwood the same way again.

This is bad.

This is very bad.

Faye's got it all
wrong. That's not true.

That's not true.

Okay, that's true.

She's a liar! Faye says Nicole had

six abortions so she
wouldn't have another kid with me.

Nicole would never do that.

I can't read this shit.

I wouldn't lose
sleep. The book is trash.

Be forgotten in a week.

Lesbian sex, 197.

What?

Judge Ito told us not to read

the book, but we clearly did not listen.

Tonight, we welcome the author

of the New York Times
number-one best seller,

Faye Resnick.

Faye, how are you?

Well, I just hope Lance Ito

is a better judge than
he is a book critic.

What do you want readers

to take away from this book?

I told Nicole's story...

so that women could
break the chain of violence.

If this book can inspire one wife

or one girlfriend to...

to escape an abusive relationship...

then any embarrassment I've endured

is... it's a small price to pay.

All right, counsel,

I've come to a conclusion.

After careful reading and annotation

of Ms. Resnick's book, I am prepared

to resume jury selection tomorrow.

Oh, in all due deference, Your Honor,

Mr. Simpson has been unfairly
tried in the media.

The well has been polluted.

Let's postpone the trial till next year

and allow Mr. Simpson
to be released on bail.

O.J. Simpson is being tried
in the media because of you.

You're the one who created this circus.

I am in no way responsible

for the media circus around this case.

Judge, seriously, they
can't go five minutes

without holding a press conference.

They leaked the Fuhrman story.

They play the race card.

I would never.

I hold myself to the
highest ethical standards.

I would never reduce
myself to such cheap tricks.

- Bob, calm down.
- No, no, Lee, Lee.

I'm very upset.

These claims should be sanctioned.

How dare they say
that we play the race card.

I stand before you right now

and say race

has never and will never

be an issue in this case.

Never.

Bob.

It is not that simple.

This is the United States of America,

and we are defending a black man

who is fighting to prove
his innocence. Now, I know

I don't have to give
anyone here a civics lesson

about the historic
injustices visited upon black men

for no other reason other
than they're black.

We didn't introduce
that into this trial.

We didn't introduce that into this case.

It is a plain and simple fact.

But we would not be doing our job

if we did not at
least talk about how race

plays a part in this trial.

Now, if that

is playing the race card...

so be it.

Johnnie...

don't ever contradict
me like that again.

You contradict yourself, Bob.

You change narratives like the wind.

We all have longer memories than
your previous sound bite.

F. Lee Bailey, I'm
really glad you're here,

'cause the media has been filled, filled

with accounts of
defense team infighting.

So can you shed some
light on the situation?

Larry, these stories, where
they emanate from,

I really can't imagine.

This is a tremendous,

tremendous group of attorneys.

Yourself included.

You're very kind.

Well, so, pardon my confusion,

but who the hell is in charge?

Oh, Bob Shapiro is the lead attorney,

make no mistake.

All that sniping in the media

that says Bob Shapiro

is in over his head,

Bob Shapiro is an empty suit,

Bob Shapiro can't handle
a case of this magnitude.

Well, that twaddle is truly unfortunate.

Well, then don't say it, asshole.

Fuck!

We're
in terrific shape. We targeted

for four black women, we got five.

We should stop now.

You know, I have to agree with Bob.

No... No, we can do better.

I'm feeling lucky... I want another

divorced black lady.

Let's push in our chips.

Your Honor, the defense asks that

the court thank

and excuse prospective juror number 35.

Juror 35,

you are excused.

Juror 462.

Juror 462.

I like 229.

She has an open mind. She
had a great questionnaire.

Marcia, we've barely used any

- of our challenges.
- Well...

Wouldn't it be nice to have a white guy?

I'm a white guy.

- We live in Los Angeles, too.
- Bill,

we cannot be so hung up on skin color.

This is a reasonable panel.

They're smart people

who gave good answers. My gut says...

trust them.

Your Honor...

the People accept the
panel as presently constituted.

- Your Honor, the d...
- Your Honor, the

defense jointly accepts the jury.

- Yeah?
- If these people convict me,

maybe I did do it.

And she was walking
their dog that night...

And she saw the Bronco
parked outside at 10:15.

If we get her to
testify, this could

decimate the prosecution's timeline.

That's good. That's
good, it's what I've been

telling y'all all
along. I couldn't have done it.

I'm so sorry that I'm late.

But I have something
considerable to offer.

I've been doing some
research at the office about precedent

and about possible options. I think...

that we should cut a deal.

We should go for manslaughter.

What we say is that

you were mad at Nicole for
not inviting you to dinner

at Mezzaluna. You go home, you brood.

What to do?

So you decide to get even with her.

So you take a knife to her place

to slash her tires.

But you get caught and
you're humiliated.

You... you-you don't know what to do.

Your-your heart is racing,
your emotions are cracking,

and before you know it, things escalate

and you kill her.

And you kill the Goldman boy,

too, because you're jealous.

So, um, Johnnie,

when can we meet the maid?

Shit.

Shit. Am I losing it?
What the hell was that?

- That man is crazy.
- He's gone.

What an arrogant prick.

- It's like he imploded.
- When's he going

on that damn Hawaiian vacation?

- Uh, tomorrow morning.
- Tomorrow afternoon,

we're going over to that office

and we're clearing out everything.
I mean everything,

witness statements, files, boxes.

It's all leaving Century City.

I'm telling you, this
trip can't come soon enough.

Put an ocean between
me and Johnnie Cochran.

Did you see
the L.A. Times story?

It said Nicole went to
a battered women's shelter

five days before the murder.

So what do you want me to say?

At lunch today, it's
all anybody talked about.

And they keep playing those
911 calls over and over.

I know, I know, I know.
It's the case that'll never end.

I think...

I think maybe you should quit.

Linell, it's what I do.

I can't take on a double homicide
and then suddenly say

- I'm uncomfortable.
- This is different.

My friends, a lot of
them, don't call me back.

Everybody thinks he's guilty.

Don't you think I know that?

Linell, I'm sorry.

I am so sorry that it's
affecting you this way.

But I'm more worried
about how it'll affect us later.

Everybody. All of us.

If I don't put a lid on Johnnie Cochran,

this city is...

Listen,

let's just go away to Hawaii
and have a beautiful weekend,

okay?

You're afraid there
are gonna be more riots,

aren't you?

You got a minute?

- I got all the time in the world.
- Okay.

Knock off the self-pity.

I'm working on a really big case,

- and we could use a little help.
- Ah.

What kind of help?

Chris, you and I have
both been in this building

for a long time. And
I know that you feel

you haven't caught all the
breaks you've deserved.

But I have total
faith in your abilities.

What are you saying, Marcia?

Would you like to be
third chair on O.J.?

Is that a yes?

I don't even understand

these things they're saying about me.

This article says that I've
come to represent "the cross-section

of racial politics, due
process, and celebrity culture."

I mean, what does
that even mean?

O.J., O.J., we got to talk.

"Judo defense." What the hell is that?

Listen, Juice,

I think... I think
you got to make a change.

Wh-What do you mean?

Look, I-I pray for you.

You know that. I pray for you every day.

- I know you do, Bobby.
- I think... I think Johnnie

should be lead attorney.

But...

What does Bob say?

D-Don't worry about Bob.

I don't know.

I mean, how does that even work?

You know I'm not good at
these conflict things.

Juice, Juice, this is your
life. Hey, this is your freedom.

Johnnie is your best chance.

You got to trust me.

He has got to be lead man.

Happy New Year, dear.

Have a good one?

Linda,

where'd you put my O.J. files?

Cochran's team took them. All of them.

What do you mean he took them?

He came here and took my files?

Well, he can't do that. I
could get him disbarred for that.

Get him on the phone! I want a
meeting with everyone right now!

He already called for a meeting.

At his office.

This also came in.

Somebody talked to
the New York Daily New.

We lost the motion to
suppress the evidence

- collected at Rockingham.
- It's like Ito

has a thing against us. Don't worry.

We'll file a motion to
throw out the lab results.

Great. Bob's here.

- First up...
- Before we get into

your agenda, let's get into mine.

Bob, O.J.'s on the phone.

Good. Because we have some very
pressing issues to discuss,

because there are some

stinky fish in this room.

Everybody here knows that we
have to keep a united front.

So from now on, I am the only one

that speaks for the defense team.

I'm the lead

attorney.

Um, O.J., do you have something to say?

Well,
this is sort of funny.

It reminds me of the old
days, when I played football.

I didn't always get along
with my teammates. But on Sunday

we put all that bullshit
aside and played together.

I don't get it.

I-I don't... I don't follow.

As I see it, Bob, you're
the quarterback.

And Johnnie's the running back. But, uh,

we won't be throwing
the ball all that much.

But I'm-I'm the quarterback, you say.

Is that correct?

Well, or-or maybe you're the coach

and Lee's the
quarterback and-and, uh... and Alan's

- the, uh, uh, front office.
- Juice, Juice,

um, I think you need to be more clear.

All right? What are you trying to say?

Opening statements are
less than a month away.

Yes. Opening
statements are a month away.

And as the lead attorney, I
will be delivering those statements.

Is that right, O.J.?

W-W...

I would respectfully suggest

that our able colleague Mr. Cochran

is the more appropriate person

to deliver the opening statement.

Given the makeup of our...

brilliantly selected jury,
he could translate

our message into a "downtown" dialect

that would resonate more powerfully
with our audience.

I agree with Lee.

Uh, me, too.

What about you, O.J.?

Who do you think should
give the opening statement?

Well...

- Shit.
- Please, Juice.

Juice, we need an answer.

Let's-let's have Johnnie do it.

Okay. We need to hand out

attorney assignments for the week.

Barry, I need you to
take the PCR testing. Carl,

discovery...

When did they get a black guy?

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