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Emily whoever took your son
never meant to hurt him.

They just wanted money.

And something went...

...horribly wrong.

Where were you the night
Charlie was taken, Mr. Dodson?

Or should we call you
Mr. Baggerly?

Herman is your father?

You're under arrest,
tough guy.

Sister Alice,

this is Matthew
and Emily Dodson.

I saw your picture in the paper
and I said,

"We must do everything
we can for them."

Officer Drake,
there's something you gotta see.

Reporting mentions a blood trail.

Yes sir, up the fire escape
to the roof.

Could be the trail starts
on the roof and leads down.

Who's George Gannon?

"Love no one more than you.
Emily."

I don't know anyone.

Do not lie to me!

She had nothing to do with
Charlie's murder.

These letters say different.

Emily Dodson you're under arrest
for the conspiracy kidnapping

of Charlie Dodson.

Criminal activity will be
quickly put down,

and the laws energetically
enforced, to the benefit of all.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,

I have here the purple prose
of a written correspondence

between Charlie Dodson's
kidnapper, George Gannon,

and his lover
and co-conspirator,

the child's mother,
Emily Dodson.

Give us a look, come on.

All right.

We'll allow close-ups
in a moment.

But gentlemen, I suggest
you warn your readers,

because the thoughts
expressed therein

are not for the pure of heart.

Co-conspirator, my shirt!

They didn't have a thimble
of evidence when they arrested

her husband for the same crime!

I proved Matthew innocent
and I shall do the same

for Emily.

Those letters are mere
distraction and titillation!

Emily knew her husband
was the bastard son

of a wealthy man
and she was angry

she hadn't received
her piece of it.

She expressed this
to George Gannon...

...N-N-O-N, get it right.

So the lovebirds worked up
a kidnapping scheme.

George brought in two hoodlums
who had their own

snatching ring in Milwaukee,
and, as you can see,

there was a disagreement

when, uh, it came time to
divvy up the ransom cash.

Saved us the price of a trial.

And so received
their just desserts?

No, gentlemen.
For we, the people, were denied

our right to judgment,
denied our duty

to administer justice
as we see fit.

All right, come on up,
get your shot,

let the next guy get his,
you'll all get your turn.

E.B.: It's all
part of the game, fellas.

You know that.

The D.A. expects us to play
the sap for him.

But let's use our eyes,
let's use our heads.

Emily Dodson's no killer.

She's a hundred and three pounds
soaking wet, gentles.

Kind neighbor,
devoutly religious,

devoted wife.

A whore?
No, I wouldn't say that.

I've never heard of a whore
that killed her own baby.

This is much worse.

You're charging her with murder?

Conspiracy kidnapping
which resulted in murder,

but should we find it was
Emily's needlepoint

that was used
on that blue-eyed boy,

I'll strap on tap shoes
and add a murder charge,

don't you doubt it.

E.B.: She was conned
by some cons,

and the only reason
she's sitting in jail now is...

Jimmy, don't forget the neck.

I got the neck, no worries.
Mm-hmm.

Why hair grows there,
I'll never know.

No, the only reason Emily's,
uh...

She's what?

Sitting in jail.

She's sitting in jail
because the District Attorney

is eyeballing the mayor's seat
and knows that corpses

don't swing pretty
for a hungry electorate.

Her lawyer can rehearse
his defense in the paper

all he wants.
I'll save mine for a sworn jury.

Justice for Charlie Dodson.

The noose for his mother!

Got it?

Let's go.

All right, be good, boys.

God is gone,
I said to myself.

God is gone.

Near 12 years to the day,
leaning beside my mother,

in a three-times broke down...

Should I be expecting
another surprise today?

...four-cylinder
Peterson Touring Car.

It was just the two of us...

I had a little heart-to-heart
with Sister Alice

about going off script.

...halfway home to Canada.

That hot blue sky so heavy,

pushing down.

Hadn't seen a plate of meat
for months...

Do you remember that day,
Mother?

Surely do.

Enough money for food or gas.

We had to make a choice.

And that thought...

like a worm digging its way
into my ear,

into my heart, into my soul...

"God is gone."

And suddenly,

everything went quiet.

And brothers and sisters,
when I say

everything went quiet,

I mean the wind, the crank
shaft on that Peterson,

everything went
absolutely silent.

Just as it is now.

And then, just as suddenly...

such a noise in my head.

Like a great swarm of insects
shouting to one another,

or a thousand trumpets
blaring in unison

trying to flatten the world
into powder.

I fell out of the car
going 25 miles an hour,

broke my collarbone,
laid there,

with the sound taking me over.

That was the voice
of God I heard.

Past all my doubt
and despair,

there was a voice.

Our Lord and Savior's voice
telling me to pick up my Bible,

and head to Los Angeles,

City of Angels.

Actually, he said
El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora

de la Reina de los Ángeles
de Porciúncula.

That was, um...
That was some eulogy you gave

at the funeral.
Blessed is the hangman.

Big hats
in the congregation yesterday.

Hats that sat there
while Emily was arrested.

Nothing big in that, Mr. Mason.

What's in the bottle?
Holy Spirit?

Vitamins and saline.

I believe we made room

in our schedule to talk
about George Gannon.

Okay.

Um, George was employed
by your church?

Firstly, Mr. Mason,
we are horrified to know

there was someone
under our roof

capable of such acts of evil.

It has shaken our church.

It's shaken all of us.

He had good references

from his former employers.

We plugged him in
wherever there was a hole.

And what holes
other than Emily's

was he plugging?

I'm sorry.

I have words
that outrun my head sometimes.

I apologize.

Mr. Gannon was helping us organize

some of our charity drives.

And he did some bookkeeping
whenever we were shorthanded.

What sort of charity drives?

We open our doors
to all kinds, Mr. Mason.

Whatever they enter with,
we offer redemption

through the unconditional love
of Christ.

You should come by
when you have an hour.

I'm on 21 times a week.

You should save that seat
for someone who's buying.

Maybe you don't know
what you need

until you see it.
Oh, I have seen it, sister.

But you haven't felt it.

Not in here.

If you had, you wouldn't think
you were so alone.

Is this when you tell me
you have a message

from my dear departed mother?

I do.

She said you should be ashamed
for leaving the house

with your nails like that.

Thank you for these, um...

Is there someone in the choir
I can talk to?

That's where they met, right?
God is with your work.

God left me in France, sister.

God is with you

whether you acknowledge
Him or not.

Thank you.

At the arraignment,
you'll be seated up front.

This way, when Emily announces
to the judge

that she's not guilty,
he'll see a husband

supporting his wife.
That's very important.

Do you understand?

Now, we caught a break
with the judge.

Fred Wright, he's an old friend.

You'll be out
of this cell very soon.

Now, Barbara here
will make certain

that you're never alone.
That's her job.

If any detectives
come and talk to you,

just clam up and say you're
represented by counsel.

And it's not legal
for them to try,

but sometimes detectives
don't play fair,

isn't that right,
Barbara?

Stone-face Barbara.

Did you hear that, Emily?

Yes. Yes, I heard.

Did you fuck him in our bed?

Let's save that for home talk,
shall we?

No.
His bed?

It wasn't like that.
You're a liar!

Yeah.
What about you?

I'm at home stretching pennies

while you're gambling.
Oh, cry me a river.

Not at home. Not--
Charlie was missing

for three days and you said
nothing about this George

son of a bitch...
Enough of this...

If you had said something,
maybe they could have saved him.

They arrested me,
and you still said nothing.

They put Charlie in the ground,
and I wasn't there!

You let strangers bury our son!
Shut up.

You killed our Charlie Boy!

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

E.B.: Just focus
on the task at hand.

Husband and wife, together.

We'll--
We'll have you home tomorrow.

The judge knows me.

Matthew?
Get back here.

What the hell is George's body
even doing over at County?

Well, as it happens,
his little love roost

is situated
across the city line.

So, Frank Nance got him,
and I got these guys.

This is the exit wound, yes?

You gotta stop hanging around
so many stiffs.

But yes, exit wound.

What's Frank
saying about George?

Not much.

Blew his own head off
with a shotgun. Case closed.

Hmm.

Can we flip him?

Sure. Get his legs.
Uh-uh.

Well,
he won't hurt you, right?

"Come on, Strick,
I thought we were friends.

Put 'er there."

Boys, he's a big fella.

All right, one, two, three.

Did I ever tell you boys
about the night man we had?

Used to dress up like a cherub,
you know, wings and everything,

and when a particular stiff
caught his particular fancy,

he'd do this whole ceremony,
see--

Verge.
Yeah?

What the hell is that?
Oh. Well,

the way I figure it,
guy's on the floor

and someone stood on his throat.

And squish goes your hyoid bone.

Virgil, we're gonna need
their personals.

Yeah, only I can't.

Detectives come
and bag the whole lot.

Holcomb and Ennis?

So I'm told.

So that guy, you know,
the cherub guy?

He does this whole ceremony,
you know, with the stiff

and the wings and some
candles and--

We fucking done here yet?
Yeah, yeah.

Thanks, Verge.

Uh, if you ever need a favor...

Sure. Okay.
Yeah.

Yeah. Never would've caught him

if it weren't
for the mayonnaise.

So, the D.A.'s story
is our man George

walks into the apartment,
guns down the Polacks.

Except the one
ain't properly dead.

Right.
He's lying on the floor.

So George...

Makes applesauce
with his Florsheim.

Then he runs home
and grabs a shotgun.

Because he can't live
with the sin.

What? And adds suicide
to his list of unforgivables?

Our George was a complicated
little guy.

I want you to chase down
those references.

Maybe somebody can throw some
new light on our guy George.

I'm gonna hunt for those
missing personal effects.

Don't E.B.
want us bagging witnesses

to talk nice
about the Dodsons?

I'm shifting our priorities.

I don't care
what they told you.

All the evidence from that
warehouse mess had been boxed up

and hauled off to the D.A.

I'm not talking about stuff
from the crime scene,

they said their personals
had been bagged.

Yeah, yeah, the clothes
and the wallets from the stiffs.

I don't fucking have them.

Hey. Find out where the hell
Broome and Williams are,

will ya?
You still have

the inventory list, right?
If I had the inventory list,

I still wouldn't give it
to you.

The crime scene report you wanted.

It's for this asshole.

I like your nails.

I like them, too.

Her nails?

What're you, a fag?

Hey, Nina?
My coffee's gone cold.

Warm it up and bring it to me
in filing.

Is this a joke?

There's barely
a paragraph here

and it could be done in...
crayon.

I wanna talk to Officer Drake.

Christ, you cry either way.

You're welcome.

And we're done.

I, uh, I forgot
to mention how fetching

I find your shoes...

Uh-huh.

What do you want?

All rise!

Arraignment part two
is now in session.

The honorable Frederick Wright
presiding.

Bailiffs, clear out the standers.

If they can't find a seat,
get 'em out.

Call the case.

This is number one
on the calendar.

The People
of the State of California

versus Emily Dodson.
We're doing just fine.

Just do as I say.

Appearances for the record, please.

Your Honor, my client
is an innocent woman

presently incarcerated
on the most risible of charges--

Your appearance, please.

Oh, my apologies,
Your Honor.

Elias Birchard Jonathan
for the defendant, Emily Dodson.

For the People,
Maynard Barnes,

District Attorney.

Noted.
Arraign the defendant.

The defendant, Emily Dodson,

is charged with conspiracy to
commit the crime of kidnapping.

How does your client plead?

Guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

She said guilty!

Order!

No, no, no! No!
Order! Order!

She's not guilty!
Order!

She killed her kin!

Throw her out!

Oh, you got ears!
She said not guilty!

She killed her kin!

Your Honor, not guilty.
She killed her kin!

E.B.: She said not guilty!
Not guilty, Your Honor!

She said not guilty!

I'll hear it from her.

You've got to say it
loud and clear now,

"not guilty."

Not guilty.

Yes, you are!

Noted.

On the question of bail.

Your Honor, the defendant conspired

with her lover to
kidnap her own baby,

which resulted
in the murder of said child.

Given these grave charges
and the strength of the case,

the People ask that bail be set
in the amount of 25,000 dollars.

Your Honor,
25,000 dollars is exorbitant!

Emily Dodson is innocent!

She's a hardworking housewife

coping with the death
of her child!

We intend to prove
at trial that--

The trial is forthcoming,
Mr. Jonathan,

not at present.

Given the seriousness
of these charges...

bail is set at 25,000 dollars.

Fred?

What was I supposed
to do with those letters, Della?

Like E.B. said,
we had a legal obligation to--

Oh, please, don't give
me that load of horse shit.

You think I don't know how
many times

you've "misplaced evidence"?
Matthew is innocent.

And what about Emily?
Huh?

You cleared Matthew by putting
him at that dice game,

but you handed Emily over
anyway.

At her--

her-- Jesus,
her baby's funeral.

Yeah, look, it wasn't
supposed to happen that way.

Oh, well, then I guess you're
off the hook.

Meanwhile,
that poor woman's head

is so turned around,
she's ready to hang herself

out of guilt.
She shouldn't have lied.

She should've told us--
Matthew lied, too, but no one
seems to care about that anymore

because he's got money
and she's a slut!

You're supposed
to be on her side.

You were supposed to do
better by her.

I'm not the one
that fucked the kidnapper.

If she's feeling guilty,
maybe--

If she's feeling guilty,
it's because every man

around her is saying she is!
Della...

Don't you have some windows
to go peek in?

Are you Officer Drake?

You police?
Perry Mason.

Private investigator.

I, uh, I read your report
on the kidnapping murders.

Can I ask you
a couple of questions?

Private white folk mostly
avoid this neighborhood.

I've seen more than one chalky
fella in a cheap-ass suit

lying in the gutter
with his throat cut.

Well, fortunately you're here

to make sure
that doesn't happen.

Mister,
you only think you see me.

I just wanna to ask you
about that...

report.

Get this: Lipstick
calls her mom "Mumsy."

Can you imagine? "Mumsy"?

Ruthie'd shit herself
the kids did that.

I'm really not
in the mood for this today.

So, d'you remember how
Percy DuMott offered Lipstick

that sales job
traveling all over the world?

No.
Well,

she got the okay
from "Mumsy" to go.

But listen here,

"Marcia's freehearted
vision of life

included the fact that danger
is within yourself,

not without."

Huh? Huh?

What?

She's gonna suck Percy DuMott's
sophisticated cock is what.

You really should try
the steak.

Is that where the advance went?

Oh, no, no,

this is all
gonna be expensed.

Based on what
I'm about to tell you.

George Gannon,

Mumsy seducer
and church warbler,

kept a little secret
from the Bible dumpers.

He counted the take
at Lucky Lagoon for a spell.

Are you sure?
Yeah,

it took some digging,
but I found a note

from Al Howard himself.

Could be that's where
he connects

with the kidnapping Polacks.
I thinking me and you

should head out there,

have a little gander,
few drinks, little roulette,

you know, try to blend in, and--

Ah, no, but you can't.
I can't?

No, you see,

you have to do the stuff
that gets this fine meal

written off in my little book,

which is dig up every report
you can find written by a cop

named Paul Drake.

Whoa, wait a minute.
No, no,

I'll settle up here.
You enjoy this fine meal.

Great work.

The casino
was my fucking lead!

Oh, drink some goddamn water,
would ya?

And two pounds
of the green beans,

and not the spotty ones.

Oh, look, babe, peaches.

Are they too soft?
You know I don't like them soft.

Since when?
Since the last time I had

that soft one
that was no good...
They make the best cobblers.

Well, that's just--
Officer Drake?

Detective?

I thought that was you.

And this must be the missus.

My wife, Clara.
How do you do?

Well, ma'am, I'm just dandy.

Mind if I borrow your fella
for a heartbeat?

Something wrong, sir?

Heard about
some private dicks

sniffing around
those shootings.

Know about it?

Man came up to me on the beat.
Told him I got nothing

to say to him,
read my report.

Perry Mason?
Yeah.

Don't talk to him.
I didn't.

Forgive my impertinence, ma'am,
but you're what,

four months along?

About that.

Child's a beautiful gift.

I think this here's a boy.

Sir, give my friends here
anything they need.

In fact, give them
more than they need.

They got a little Paul
on the way.

Oh, no. That is very kind,
Detective, but--

But what?
It's unnecessary.

Of course, it's unnecessary.

But it's just my way of saying
I'm glad we're friends.

Life can be rough on people
that got no friends.

You here to see
the guilty mother, Priestess?

"Keep far from a false charge

and do not kill the innocent
or the righteous."

Old Testament?

It ain't Irving Berlin.

♪ Stay right ♪

♪ Be ready when my Jesus comes ♪

♪ I wanna go to heaven
And I wanna go right ♪

♪ Be ready when my Jesus comes ♪

♪ I wanna go to heaven
All dressed in white ♪

♪ Be ready when my Jesus comes ♪

Such a draft in here,

you gotta keep yourself warm.

How are you, Sister?

Mother has got me on a choke leash,

but all I can think about is you

and what they're doing to you.

You shouldn't...

waste yourself on me.

Emily, I could be you.

No, Sister, you...

you wouldn't--
Wouldn't what?

Fall in love?

I know what it's like
to need someone.

And what it's like
to be lied to.

Someone like George?

There are a lot of Georges
in the world.

And a lot of women like you
and me.

No. Not like you, Sister.

It's a long road
from Saskatchewan to here.

A young woman can find herself
awfully alone on it and...

not know who to trust.

But you weren't alone.
You were with...

your mother.
You had... the Lord.

The Lord can be a hard companion.

And Mother...

Mother was always there.

Why did God
have me meet George?

I don't know.

We can't always see
these things clearly.

Because Matthew, my husband,

said that if I hadn't been
with him,

then Charlie wouldn't--
he wouldn't--

I killed my baby.

I knew she done it.

You shut your mouth!

This woman is innocent.

Well, so am I!

I am innocent!
I am innocent!

You're innocent.

Did you steal your baby
out of his crib?

Did you press a pillow
to his face?

Stitch his eyes open
for a bag of money?

You didn't kill your baby
any more than I did.

Bad men did that.

Your husband is mistaken.

You're inciting the populace.

I'm only here to pray.

Keep me safe, Lord,

from the hands of the wicked.

Protect me from the violent,

who devise ways
to trip up my feet.

The arrogant
have hidden snares for me

and set a trap along my path.

You shield my head
in the day of battle.

Do not grant the wicked
their desires, Lord.

Do not let their plans succeed.

You know, up until now,

I was pretty sure you were
gonna jump out of the plane

and run back to the farm.

I felt like I owed you
a good time.

Well, you do owe me
a decent New Year's Eve.

So here's the plan.
We're gonna get drunk,

we're gonna dance,

and at midnight,
I'm gonna count down from ten

and you're gonna kiss me.

Should I be writing this down?

I think you'll remember.

I need to powder my thighs.

Enjoy.

Two Manhattans.

Excellent choice, sir.

You know, Mason, I never clocked
you for much of a gambler.

Mostly on account
of how you're always broke.

Actually, Lenny, I'm on the job.

Oh, does that mean you might
actually pay for these?

George Gannon worked here
a while ago.

What do you know about him?

He, uh, kidnapped
and killed some kid, didn't he?

You want cherries?
Thanks.

Okay, okay, look.
I don't know much.

He worked in the counting room
and seemed a nice enough guy.

He quit or get fired?

You'd have to ask Al
about that.

I was hoping
you'd talk to him for me.

A little of his time
would really help me out.

You're working tonight.
What? No! No.

I was just, uh--

I was catching up with--

Oh, look. This is for you.
Thanks, sir.

Happy New Year!

Why, um...

Why don't we take a break?

I'll get us that bottle
for-- for midnight.

Mason.
Really? Now?

Al's ready, now.

So, you are working.

I have to.

Cabrón.

I've heard about you, Mason.

Not all of it's bad.

I'm working
the Dodson case.

Oh. Yeah.

Ugly stuff.

Who stitches up a kid's eyes?

D.A. says George Gannon did.

We must be reading
different papers.

Seems to me he likes
the slut for it.

Why did Gannon
stop working for you?

I suppose
it was God's will.

You fired him?

I never even noticed
he was here.

And then one day,
he up and quits.

Talking about den of iniquity,
wages of sin,

what's true in the Bible,
blah blah.

His cheap dentures flapping,
spit going everywhere.

I wrote him a solid reference
just to get out of the rain.

When George was here,
you ever see him

hang around the hard types?

I'm quite choosy
about my counting room.

I like them brainy
and dull as dishwater.

Do you mind if I ask around?

Now why would I mind that?

Come on, ten.

Does anyone?
Have you seen my, um--

How much did you clear?

Enough to buy
a shitty run-down dairy

and turn it
into a second runaway.

Oh.

Oh, you can't be talking about
my dairy

because that's
a historical monument.

Oh, is that right?

Yeah, six of the last seven
presidents made a pilgrimage

just to taste Mason's
Certified Quality Milk.

So, did you find your killer,
killer?

I did all right for a night.

You could just tell me
you like me.

I want my kiss.

Okay.

How do you feel, Papi?

Wet.

E.B.?

E.B.

You ready to go?

E.B.: Della. Of course.

I was just, uh...

I was just...

I got nothing to say to you.

I got a bunch
of your reports, Officer Drake,

and not one of them reads
like that kidnapping write-up.

You-- You've got an eye
for detail, you're thorough,

you know exactly
what should be--

You nosy son of a bitch.

You steer clear of me.
You got that?

Listen.
Got nothing I want to hear

from you.
So you're just gonna play

nigger for the D.A.
and his boys, is that it?

'Cause George Gannon ain't no
fucking killer and you know it.

You saw something and you
changed something in that--

Do you see this?

This means I can kick
your white ass dead

and no one would say
a goddamn thing.

Reckon that makes you
the nigger.

Confucius...

what do you do with that thing
when you wanna eat soup?

Ladies, hey, what's for lunch?

I'll go with her.

You look like a likes-girls-
to-piss-on-him type.

How do, Jin?

You take a room today?

Partner's got the engine
running outside,

so, uh, just the paperwork.

A little light.

I can shut this place down
in a heartbeat.

Mr. Woo Sing is not happy.

Tell Mr. Woo not to worry.

Police asking questions
about him

at Lucky Lagoon last night.

What police?

Mason.
Something Mason.

E.B.: Write the truth,
you'll sell twice the papers.

They're squeezing
the negro cop, E.B.

He is sitting on something,
I'd bet my house on it.

Your house ain't worth
the nails holding it up.

Della! For the 14th time,
will you get me

Herman Baggerly on the phone?

I've left him three messages
already!

E.B.: Then that means you've
ignored me 11 times!

Emily is withering away
in there, we need that bail!

What did you get on Gannon?

Your penmanship is atrocious.

His church choir called him
wallpaper.

He used to be an accountant

at a desert casino.

There is nothing about this man
that makes me--

Wallpaper?
Chicago Tribune calling, Chief.

Point is I don't make him
for a throat-stomping gunman,

and my gut tells me neither
does Drake.

Who's Drake?
The cop that found the bodies!

E.B.: So, what does the, uh,
mightiest paper

in the Midwest want
with E.B. Jonathan?

Emily Dodson
is a murdering gash

who don't deserve nothing
but the noose.

That was not
The Chicago Tribune, Della!

Della! Della!

Sometimes I think
this is no longer my world.

So...

my gut tells me Drake--
E.B.: Your gut isn't running

this show, boy-o.
I tell you what to do.

I tell you what to bring me.

You're making holes
in your soles

chasing after things
that I can't use!

Maynard is crucifying her
and it's having an effect.

A jury is not gonna give
two cents

for what some Negro flatfoot
thinks about dead gangsters

who got
what was coming to them.

It's a simple case.
Holcomb leaned on Drake

to change the--
E.B.: I'm talking now!

You work for me!

You made me lose my thought.

A simple case?
Thank you. Simple.

Emily's in on it with Gannon
or she's not.

Now this casino angle of yours

may be something I can use.

Did the Poles ever frequent
the place?

What is it, Della?

It's from Mr. Baggerly.

E.B.: Finally.

Bring it here.

Are you getting enough sleep,
E.B.?

I think we got fired.

That you, babe?

Yeah.

I got something
to show you.

That kind of a day, huh?

Seems like.
Hmm.

Well, you just put your feet up
and take a look at this.

Baby powder.

Now I know your mama
used cornstarch.

My mama used cornstarch.
Hell, every baby ass

on this block dusted halfway
to a hushpuppy with that stuff.

But I figured, what with all
the money we saved

with getting all that free food,
we may as well just try it out.

Smell it.

It's real nice.

Well, you must have one hell
of a nose.

Shouldn't have taken that food.

What?
Shouldn't have taken

nothing from that man.

Oh, don't be silly.
Clara, you seen him.

You see what he is.
Yeah, I know what he is.

Then how am I
supposed to eat it?

With a smile
and a thank you.

'Cause we're lucky to have it.

'Cause there's plenty of folks
out there who don't.

It's not luck, Clara.

He got his claws in us,
that's what this is.

Baby, you gotta stop and think.

I beat
a man down today, Clara.

He weren't doing nothing,
just his job.

Trying to find the truth
and I beat him down.

I'm supposed to be police,
not some--

What you're supposed to be
is my husband

and a father to your child.

Now, I don't know this man,

and I don't care about him.

I care about us.

Paul, you got a good job.

You are police.

Not a porter, not a janitor,

and not busting dirt back home.

So if this peckerwood
son of a bitch wants to keep

our bellies full in exchange
for you doing him a favor,

you do it.

Paul...

you do it.

Not for him.
You do it for us.

You need to tell me next time
you visit that girl.

You know we're doing
Holy Miracle today.

We're doing three times today,

so you're gonna have
to suit up.

I'm gonna kill someone

with that fishing rod one day.
Wonderful.

They can put you
in a jail cell

with your best friend Emily.

You have never seen
someone more forsaken.

I tried reading,

I tried prayer.

Words would not come out
of her mouth.

Maybe she has no words
because she's done

the very thing
she's charged with.

God is testing us, Mother.

No, you're just bored.

And you found yourself
a new toy,

a frog in a mason jar.

It's lizards in Los Angeles.

We had a murderer amongst us.

She laid with that man.

It's just my opinion,
I'm not forcing it

on anyone in the assembly.

You are the assembly.

You are the Temple.

You are every cornerstone
laid for every church

chapter we built.
Don't say that.

Even if it's true,
it's not helpful to hear that.

I'm sorry.
I don't mean to pile it on.

It's just-- It's just--

It's my way of saying...

this woman does not
walk the path of God.

And we need to distance
ourselves from her,

for all the wonder
we've made here.

E.B.: You know...

I wouldn't be here asking if--

It's a no, E.B.

I'm not ask--

I'm not asking for a gift,
just a small-term loan

since... everything
I've done for you.

You're kidding, right?

Escrow juggling bullshit.

There's no reason to bring up
the particular past.

But you nearly got us disbarred.

I'm here as a courtesy,
maybe some hot gossip.

All you've done for me.
Fuck off, E.B.

Herman Baggerly has withdrawn
his support.

Baggerly's out?

Yeah.

Yeah.
Jesus, man.

E.B.: What kind of a lawyer
would I be

if I can't get my client
out on bail?

Give the girl a plea.
She didn't do it, Lyle.

Maynard called me.

Said he wanted to talk about
our, uh,

our old partnership.
What?

I told him that I was, uh,

it was not in my interest
to discuss the past.

But if he digs, you know
there's something there.

E.B.: How about this?
Forget the loan.

Put in a call to Judge Wright

and see if you can pull
a bail reduction for me.

Jesus. Elias,
you're not listening.

I can save this girl.

You can what?

I just need a little help.

Elias, plead out the case.

Don't fucking drag me into this.

And don't call me again.

The kidnappers
had a detailed plan.

They knew who you were,
where you were.

Had it not been that night,
it would have been

the one before
or the one after.

You really think
Emily was a part of it?

She laid with the man
that murdered your son.

You heard her say guilty.

Consider the cold light,
Matthew.

I came home mean sometimes.

Maybe that's why
she went with that guy.

It's in our blood.

We have a weakness for...

degenerate femininity.

My mother was not a degenerate.

While you were here
living it up,

my mother and me,
we did with nothing.

It's not easy...

what we've been doing here.

Wasn't easy, this deal.

It was cowardly of me.

It was not Christian,

and I would like
to atone for that.

I'd like to show you something.

What's this?

The town of Girard.

It's about 30 miles
from here

in the western corner
of this very valley.

Help me build a city of faith.

Of family.

Far from the corruption
of Los Angeles.

What's she doing here?

Good evening, Sergeant.

Visiting hours are
from 7:00 AM to 5:00 PM--

You know me.

I have a document
for Mrs. Dodson to sign.

What kind of document?

A new retainer agreement.

Why does she need
a new retainer?

I don't have to tell you that.

Why aren't you with Emily?

I need to see Emily Dodson now.

I can't do that, ma'am.

This precinct has been
court-ordered to have a matron

with our client at all times!
You can't do it!

I need you to keep
your voice down, ma'am.

I will call
Judge Wright's office,

I will call him at home,
I will find him wherever he is

and tell him

that you are in violation
of his order, Sergeant!

Open that door!

All right, I'll open the door.
I just need to find
the right key.

Yeah. Find me your badge number,
while you're at it.
Emily? Emily!

Detectives!
Emily Dodson!
Detectives!

Hey, hey, hey.
Stay back, stay back.

Get the fuck out of the way!

What is this?
Is that a confession?

Are you slapping a confession
out of her?

You got the wrong
impression, Miss.

We got rules here.

She was getting
a little hysterical,

so we had to restrain her
for her own good.

I think she wants
to hurt herself.

Ain't that so, Mrs. Dodson?

No, no.
Emily, look at me.

It's okay.

It's okay.

You're all in big
fucking trouble!

Come on, it's not like
we never been fired before.

No one's... fired.

Yeah? Who's paying us?

Look, E.B. will figure it out.

All right? He's, uh...

he always comes through
in the end.

Oh, well,
consider me reassured.

Christ. Ruthie's gonna have
a conniption.

I was working on
the biggest case in the city.

I was getting blowjobs, Mason.

Actual fucking blowjobs.

To Ruthie.

Look, I'm trying to get drunk,
not grow a conscience.

Happy days...

Days.

This one's really got
its hooks in me.

Me too.

Oh.

"The employees of the store
presented Marcia with an elegant

and complete set of baggage.

All matched in dark green
grosgrain leather

and monogrammed in gold.

My entire life is changed, she thought--"
Give Ruthie my love.

Jesus! Fuck.
Fuck, Mason!

That's my truck there, pal.

There's no milk in it.

Only an eighth of a tank if
you're looking to siphon some...

I've been looking for you.

Papers all say
Dodson lady confessed.

And from where I sit,
looked like the D.A.

got her rails greased
straight to the noose.

So why are you digging so hard?

Because she's innocent.

Stupid fucking answer.

It's the way I play the game.

Blood trail at the crime scene
led onto the roof,

not down like how
they changed it.

Who changed it?

Holcomb and Ennis.

Had me change it how they said,

but the blood trail
went up the fire escape,

to the edge of the roof.

Down in the alley,

uh, I found what I think
was dried blood

and this.

What is this, teeth?

That's it.

That's all I got.

And if any of this
comes back to me,

I will deny every word.

Five miles to Gomorrah,
Captain Cain!

I can only see
her golden shores now, Haman.

Hand me over another bottle
of that moonshine-y hooch, haha!

That's your third one already,

Captain Cain.

Hands off Jezebel
and back on the oars,

Gommoarahsman.

Captain Cain,
you never let me have any fun!

Well, then show me
them gams, girl!

Look out, Captain!

There's a swell
swell approaching!

Holy Mackerel!

I think ya meant Holy Miracle!

Whoa!

Whoa.

Hey, hey! Jesus! Slow down!
Calm down!

George is dead.
He ain't going anywhere!

Yeah. What if they already
cooked him?

Then he's still dead!

And now he's just
a burned pile of ash.

Hey, hey, car, car!

Jesus!
Dammit!
All the contradictions!

The mousy wallflower
who's a cold killer.

The God-fearing Christian
who commits the sin of suicide.

We missed the most
fucking obvious one of all!

What's that?

What kind of accountant
burns money?

They were drowning in sin,

now they're bone dry
in deliverance.

Bow to Stern, Port to Starboard,

tanning their hides in the light
of our Father's Kingdom!

Let's sing these Sinners
to sturdier shores,

what do you say,
Brothers and Sisters?

We're going to need
all of our strength...

to make it back to shore...

Do you hear the voices?

♪ Must Jesus
Bear the cross alone ♪

♪ And all this world go free ♪

Alice? Alice?

♪ No, there's a cross
For everyone... ♪

You're gonna be okay.

Get Dr. Bundy, now! Now!

I can't get
to the ones in the back.

All right. Help me move him.
No fucking way.

Just fucking do it.

No.
Want me to tell Ruthie

about the hat-check girl?
Or the cigarette girl?

Fuck you.

Aw, Jesus.

Aw, fuck.
Shut up.

Shut up!
They're fucking naked!

All right, George.

Did you kidnap
little Charlie, huh?

You walk into that apartment
and gun those men down?

Or did something else happen?

Something you've been waiting
to tell me?

Something...

I never thought to ask.

Who killed you, George?

Alice.
Alice, come back to me.

Come back.

Give me room, please.

Okay?

Get in there now!

Get in there now.

How about that, folks?

Sister Alice, steering
from the rough water.

Oh, she's going,
she's going.

But sometimes that water...
Get something to drink.

...can be a little
rougher than you think.

But this...

God's here with us.
God's here with us.

This is the good work
that we witness,

so let us rejoice!

Rejoice!

♪ God's got a
Crown made up in heaven for me ♪

♪ Nobody's crown
Made like mine ♪

♪ God's got a crown
Made up in heaven for me... ♪

Mama, we don't have to worry
about Charlie Dodson.

God told me just now.

What did God tell you?

♪ Must Jesus
Bear the cross alone ♪

♪ And all this world go free ♪

I'm going to resurrect him.

Would you repeat that, Sister?

♪ And there's a cross for me ♪

♪ Oh, God's got a crown made up
In heaven for me ♪

♪ Nobody's crown
Made like mine ♪

♪ God's got a crown made up
In heaven for me ♪

♪ Oh, nobody's crown
Made like mine ♪

♪ God's got a crown ♪

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You're gonna fight.
Let me hear you say it!

I'm going to fight!

And you are gonna help me.

You had an episode.
You misspoke.

You think I want God in my head?

Charlie Dodson will rise again!

Blasphemy!

Georgie didn't ice those steps.

The police report is
a fairy tale,

and you're gonna help me
prove that.

You guys are breaking
so many laws right now.

Drake told us the blood trail
went up the fire escape.
Not down.

You're saying there's
a fourth man?

You better pray E.B.'s bum
ain't playing this

better than you are.

What the hell you doing here?
Just looking for justice.