All language subtitles for Perry.Mason.2020.S01E06.1080p.WEB.H264-OATH

Three guys, three stiffs.

According to the cops,
that's it.

Except we know there's a fourth.

Get a little help
at the crime scene?

I got no idea
what you're talking about.

Heard about Perry Mason sniffing
around those shootings.

Don't talk to him.

If any of this comes back to me
I will deny every word.

Ennis cut the
line to be first at Angel's Flight.

Then, he's at Gannon's almost
before the call went out.

You think he's sitting
nearby to control the crime scenes?

It's quite the co-inky-dink.

Charlie Dodson will rise again!

If you truly believe
God told you to do this,

tell him, "Don't let me down."

You think I want God in my head?

No one wants this case, Emily.

You need new representation.

But he's not a lawyer.

There's a bar examination
which will certify him

with plenty of time.

I will prove your innocence.

So help me God.

The defendant, Emily Dodson,

was the only person
who had the means,

motive, and opportunity

to orchestrate
this despicable plan.

Now, Emily Dodson knew

that her husband was the son
of a very wealthy man,

and therefore, someone
with means to obtain

that ransom money.
That knowledge,

gentlemen and ladies,
was her means

to commit this crime.

Emily Dodson also had
a lustful desire

to run off with her lover,
George Gannon.

And that desire was her motive.

As for opportunity?

She was Charlie's mother!

The person charged
with protecting him,

an innocent, defenseless babe.

Now, Emily Dodson had all
the opportunity in the world

to put this plan into action.

Means,

motive,

and opportunity,
and a child's life...

cut short.

Now, the defense over there
will try and confuse you

with all sorts of wild theories

and preposterous propositions.

Because his client is guilty,
and he knows it, all too well.

But a trial is society's way

of finding the truth,

its way of seeking justice.

Now, at the end of this trial,
I will ask each one of you,

good people, to open your hearts
and find that truth,

seek that justice.

I will ask you to stare down
this woman

who chose lust and money
over her child's life.

Find Emily Dodson guilty...

because she is guilty.

I thank you kindly
for your time and attention.

Mr. Mason,
we will hear you now.

Good morning.

My name is Perry Mason.

I represent... Emily Dodson.

Unlike Mr. Barnes here, who
spoke for a nearly two hours,

I will be briefer... uh, brief.

Emily Dodson did not kill
her baby.

Does anyone here really believe
she did? 'Cause I sure don't.

Objection!
As to counsel's personal belief.

Sustained.

Sorry. Um, you may have heard,
I'm new to this.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

See what I mean?

What really happened in
December of last year?

A good question.

And although the defense...

- is under no obligation...
- I'm sorry.

Is under no obligation
to prove anything,

it is natural to...
To want to know...

...the whys, the whos,

the whats and the wheres.

Would you like a minute,
Mr. Mason?

Uh, yeah, actually, just one...

The prosecution...

Thank you.

The pro...

The prosecution's case
is completely

and entirely circumstantial.

I rehearse it here, I'm fine.
I get up in court,

my body won't do
what my head tells it to.

You know,
same thing happens to me

when I gotta whiz in public.
I mostly use stalls.

Perry Mason, Attorney-At-Law.

Uh-huh. And is this in Oregon
or Utah, ma'am?

Yes, I'm not sure
if this information qualifies

as pertinent, ma'am.
The word means relevant.

Did George
Gannon's place have a garage?

What? No.

Well, in his opening,
Barnes says he has a garage.

Well,
DAs don't walk crime scenes.

I'm thinking you can hit
Barnes with a little buckshot.

I mean, he got this wrong,
he got that wrong,

the cops barely investigated
the case.

And as you can see from this,
there's no garage.

All right.
I'll take some pictures

of a hedge
where a garage never was.

No,
that's your investigator's job.

You're Emily's lawyer now.
He'll do it.

Yes, ma'am.
Anything else?

Yeah. Something that connects
Sarecki and Nowak to Ennis.

Actually,
anything would be nice.

You think I ain't
been looking for Sarecki and Nowak?

I run all their arrest records.
Nothing.

Was Ennis ever up
in Milwaukee with these fucks?

No. He's in Baltimore,
he's in Denver,

then the war, then L.A.

- What about George?
- Nothing there, either.

It's like everybody in this thing
is a complete fucking stranger.

There's gotta be something
you missed.

Well, feel free to enlighten me.

I've only been grinding
on this thing

for a month and a half while
you've been screwing around

- with your career change.
- Like I had a choice.

- Oh, come on.
- "Come on," what?

- You know what I mean.
- No, no, no. Enlighten me.

- You know exactly what I'm saying...
- No, no. I have no idea.

- Hey. Hey. Hey!
- What does that mean...

This isn't helping.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Where are you going?

Hm. To take pictures of a garage
that never was.

Catch you later, Gloves.

Toodle-oo, Pete.

First day,
and I already lost a juror

'cause my throat locked up.

No. It wasn't that.

Seven was looking
at Emily the whole time.

All nerves and tics.

She looked guilty.

It's a hell of a start.

"Someday, George, my love,

our dreams will come true,

and we will be together forever.

Until then,
I am and will always be...

yours. Emily."

Eleven love letters
from Emily to George Gannon

in the span of four months.

That last one
dated December 18th,

less than two weeks
before the kidnapping.

I'm sorry, Matthew.
I know this is difficult,

but at the time
of the kidnapping,

did the defendant tell you

that she had anything to do
with George Gannon?

- No.
- And when you were arrested,

put in jail for kidnapping,

did the defendant here tell you

- she even knew George Gannon?
- No.

And when it became clear
that George Gannon

was at the root
of these heinous crimes,

did the defendant, your wife,

tell you that she'd had
an intimate affair with him?

No. She knew I was innocent,
and she let them put me in jail.

- You were screwing that guy for months...
- Oh!

- Objection!
- Sustained. Compose yourself, Mr. Dodson.

I have no further questions.

Mr. Mason, your witness.

Um...

Mr. Dodson, isn't...
Isn't it true

you're the secret love child
of Herman Baggerly?

- Objection.
- No, no, now, wait.

I ca... I can ask that.

This has to do with this whole
motive... argument thing.

Fair point,
albeit poorly phrased.

Overruled.

So, secret love child?
Yes or no.

- Yes.
- And is Herman Baggerly

a... a wealthy guy?

- I guess.
- You guess?

He's up there with Vanderbilt
and Ford.

Um, when did you first learn
that millionaire Herman Baggerly

was your father?

- About five years ago.
- So you packed Emily up

and took her away
from her friends and family

and moved her halfway
across the country. Did...

Did she know
that millionaire Herman Baggerly

was your father before this?

- No.
- Oh.

It's a long drive from Missouri.

- You tell her on the way?
- I can't tell you!

No, I did not.

Why can't you tell me?
I don't understand!

Well, that's life-changing news.

Why did you keep it
from your wife?

She didn't need to know about it.

Like you said, she's my wife.

Oh, so you lied to her?

I didn't tell her. That's all.

Isn't it true on the night
Charlie was kidnapped,

you were at a dice game?

Yes.

But at first,
you said you were at work.

So you lied to the police?

I was embarrassed.

And because of your dice games,

isn't it true, at one point,
you were some $3,000 in debt?

Around there, yeah.

Three thousand dollars.

That's a lot of money
to most folks.

How did...
How did you pay it off?

My father.

Uh, I... I... I think he said his...
his father.

That's Herman Baggerly there.

He covered your gambling debts,
is that correct?

I just said he did, didn't I?

Is it also true
that you were arrested

for Charlie's kidnapping
and murder?

- Yes.
- And because of that,

you spent, let me see,
a whole day and a half in jail

until the lawyer that
your very wealthy father hired

got you out, is that correct?

- Yes, that's correct.
- So, in your opinion,

were the police incompetent
to arrest you?

- They made a mistake.
- Or were they right to suspect you?

Because despite all your lying,
you're sitting here

with your gambling debts
wiped clean,

your business bailed out,
and you now live in a mansion.

It sure looks like you've
benefited from Charlie's death.

- Objection!
- Sustained.

Strike from the record.
The jury will disregard that.

She's the one who's guilty,
not me!

I asked about the kidnapping
of your son,

- not whether she's guil...
- Who says he's my son?

I'm sorry. What?

Who says he's my son?

How can you believe
a word she says?

She ruined my life!
I hope they hang you,

you lying whore!

Order! Order!

Mr. Dodson,
you will control yourself,

or I will hold you in contempt.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Voilà.

Call your next
witness, Mr. Barnes.

- How's she doing with the jury?
- Pretty good, considering.

I think Two and Eleven
almost feel sorry for her.

The people call Terrence Smith.

Hold on. Judge, we're...
We're, uh... We're not prepared

for this gentleman
to be called today.

Uh, I'm sorry, Your Honor,

Mr. Smith, uh, is unavailable later.
Travel plans.

Beg the court's indulgence
on this.

- We don't have a file on him.
- I'm... I'm sorry,

we don't have any discovery
material on this guy.

Judge, I...
I assure you we turned over

the discovery material to
the defendant's former counsel,

- Frank C. Dillon.
- Well, I assure you

- we don't have it.
- Well, you can have my copy.

It's just a one-page
detective's report, Your Honor.

The length isn't the issue.

My client is fighting for her life

and the DA's withholding discovery,

and, I'm sorry, "travel plans"?

Is there some kind of court
smell test we could do here?

Mr. Barnes, you better
make sure the defense

has every document
in this case going forward.

I will not be granting
adjournments

for discovery disputes.

Very well, Your Honor.
I'll... I'll make certain.

Swear the witness.

Do you swear the
testimony you're about to give

shall be the truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

I swear.

- You know this guy?
- I don't think so.

Well, he seems to know you.

Kindly state your name
and occupation for the record.

My name is Terrence Smith.

I am the manager
of the Star Hotel.

Hmm, and do you know
the defendant, Emily Dodson?

I've seen her.

Just the one time.

Would you describe
that occasion to the jury?

This past November the 12th,
a man came into the hotel,

asking for adjoining rooms.

That's where I saw her,
the defendant,

sitting outside in the car
waiting for him

to sign the registry here.

Oh, what name did he sign?

Mr. and Mrs. Stanley Kelly.

He paid me in advance,
and I gave him the keys

and he went back to his car.

Did you see this couple again?

Nope.

I mean, no, sir.

Did anything unusual happen
shortly after they checked in?

Yes, sir.

As I was doing my rounds about
an hour after they checked in,

I pass by their rooms,
and I hear this baby crying.

I was concerned,
so I knocked on the door.

No one answered.

Then I continued

to follow the cries
around the corner

to the adjoining room.

I used my room key, I went in,

and I find this baby...

...alone on the bed,
bawling his little eyes out.

Hmm. What did you do?

Well, through
the connecting door,

I heard sounds of, uh...

lovemaking.

I was disgusted.

I mean, who leaves a baby
all alone to have sex?

Fair question.
What did you do?

I banged on the door.
I yelled at them to stop,

to take care of the baby,

or else I was going
to call the police.

Hmm. And did you later find out
the real name of the man

- who checked in to those rooms?
- George Gannon.

And the woman?

She's right there.

Emily Dodson.

Any doubt in your mind?

No, sir. That's the woman.

Thank you. No further questions.

Mr. Mason?

You may proceed.

Love letters and stolen kisses,
that's what you told me!

It was George's idea,
and the door wasn't closed!

I left the door open!

Oh, I'll be sure to get that
on record.

"It's okay, folks,
she could see Charlie

the whole time George was
pounding away on top of her!"

Do you have any idea
what everyone in that courtroom

now thinks?

That if you're okay
to leave your kid alone

while you have a "stolen kiss"
with George as he fucks you,

then maybe you're okay
to let George kidnap Charlie

for a day or two.

That is why
you tell me everything,

- so I can be fucking prepared.
- Then where is Charlie's killer?

You promised you'd find him!

I want to show you something.

Faith.

Every single one
of these gifts is...

someone's prayer for redemption,

for relief from suffering.

For something bigger
than themselves.

Isn't that something
you ever feel?

If I say yes,
can I go back to work?

You were
really hard on Emily just now.

Yeah. For good reason.

She didn't tell you
because she was ashamed.

Haven't you ever done something
that you're ashamed of?

Of course I have.

Have you?

Yes.

How is your Easter Sunday
looking?

I don't honestly know.

I gotta say, Sister,
you're not what I expected.

You were thinking Joan of Arc?

The Maid from Heaven with
a quivering throb in her voice?

"I'd rather die than do
something I know to be a sin."

Something like that. Yeah.

Why would that be any more real

than what's standing
in front of you?

I honestly don't know.

You were good with Matthew
on the stand today.

You're better
than you think you are.

Faith, huh?

Something like that.

Don't come to court tomorrow.

I know you think you're helping,
but you're not.

And this is?

When you accused
the DA of withholding,

it seems he took every piece
of evidence they had

and maybe nine
or ten unrelated cases,

tossed them up in the air, and
threw them back in the boxes.

The ol' dumperoo.

This is from 1909.

Cat got stuck in a drainpipe.

It's not all bad.

Hazel actually got
a pertinent tip

from Sarecki's last landlord.

A man calling in from Milwaukee
said he rented Sarecki

a room in his house.

Said Sarecki gave him references
from his old landlord.

And guess where that was?

- Denver.
- Denver.

Remember Denver? Ennis worked
as a Pinkerton there.

Sarecki was in the same town
at the same time as Ennis.

What about Nowak?

Well, the tipster didn't rent
a room to Nowak.

We even got an address.

Could be the connection
you're looking for.

To prove what?
That Sarecki and Ennis

were in Denver at the same time

in 19-fucking-whatever?
What does that prove?

We got killed in there today.

I have no fucking idea
what I'm gonna do tomorrow.

And now this shit.

Found something
at Gannon's house.

"What is it, Pete?"

Well, Perry, it's this.

Two uncashed checks
from Radiant Assembly of God,

made out to something
called Sunroot Services, Inc.

Seems Sunroot Services

has the same address
as George Gannon.

And if you look at the checks,

you'll see the stamped signature
of one Eric Q. Seidel.

Not sure what the "Q" is for,

but the address
and the hinky signature

might mean that our boy George
was stealing from the church.

"Say, Pete,
that's pretty interesting.

What's it got to do
with Emily?"

I don't know.

"What were Ennis and Sarecki
up to in Denver?"

I couldn't say.

"What should I do
in court tomorrow?"

You should use the teeth.

What's this colored cop to you?

You think he's some kind
of boy scout?

He's just as bad as the rest
of those bulls, Perry.

Looking the other way,
keeping his mouth shut,

trying to save his own ass.

I got no respect for it.

I gave him my word, Pete.

Oh, yeah?
What'd you give to Emily?

'Cause Barnes is dancing her
to the gallows

while you sit on your hands.

Use these and get me to Denver.

It's the only chance she's got.

I use this, Drake is fucked.

He's a cop.

- Will they kill him?
- They could.

Well, "could" is
different from "will."

There's also being true
to my word.

Looks to me
like if you don't use it,

that lady gets the rope.

All they've got is innuendo
and circumstance.

I think I liked you better
when you was a bum.

Least I could understand you.

Give me the bottle.

- No.
- Come on.

I'm not gonna sleep tonight.

- Give me the bottle.
- No.

If I make a mistake...

someone dies.

Then don't make a mistake.

How long to fly to Denver?

Now,
your report mentions a trail of blood.

Did you follow it?

- Yes, sir.
- And where did it lead?

Down the fire escape to the street.

To where George Gannon
presumably parked his car

for his escape?

That's, uh,
what the detectives say.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you, officer.

No further questions.

Mr. Mason,
your witness.

Mr. Mason.

Um...

Officer Drake, um...

Can I please get
the photographs?

Can you tell us...

what it is we're seeing here?

As I said before,
this is a photograph

of the dead bodies
left at the crime scene.

And this one?

The gun left at the scene.

How about this one?

Shell casings
that I described earlier.

Now, you just mentioned
a trail of blood

that led down the hallway
and onto the fire escape,

- is that correct?
- Yes, I did.

How long would you say
that trail was?

Maybe 20 feet down the hallway,
another 20 or so to the street?

A 40-foot trail of blood.

Wow. That... uh, that's about...

Wow. That's...
that's about from me to you.

That's a pretty long trail...

wouldn't you say?

Yes.

Would you please show
the members of the jury

the photographs that depict
this 40-foot trail of blood?

Well, I don't see any here.

Oh.

Thank you.

Officer Drake, um,

who was the first responding
homicide detective? Thank you.

That would be Detective Ennis.

And did he arrive with
his partner, Detective Holcomb?

No,
Detective Ennis arrived alone.

But other detectives
and Detective Holcomb

were there pretty soon after.

Does it seem odd to you
that Detective Ennis

was also first at Angel's Flight

and among the first at
George Gannon's alleged suicide?

Objection! Compound question,
calls for speculation.

Agree on both counts.
Sustained.

Really don't want him
to answer that, do you?

Your Honor...

Address your questions
to the witness, Mr. Mason.

Certainly, Judge.

Officer Drake,
during your investigation,

did you recover
any physical evidence

that pertains to this case?

I'm sorry,
can you repeat the question?

Did you recover
any physical evidence

from the crime scene?

No, I did not.

Not one piece
of physical evidence?

Objection.
Asked and answered.

If you're getting
at something, Mr. Mason,

- please get there.
- Your Honor, I have, um...

I have no further questions.

Just fishing.

The witness is excused.

The jury is adjourned for the day.

You are reminded not to discuss
the case

with each other
or with anyone else,

and to refrain from looking
at any newspaper coverage.

Ten days till Easter Sunday,

ladies and gentlemen.
Ten days to the resurrection,

the apparent resurrection
of Charlie the baby.

Down with McKeeganism!

Mr. Mason?

What are you doing in here?
This room is not open to you.

- He said he had permission.
- He does not.

- Put away the camera.
- Relax, Deacon.

We're about to make your church
look good.

We think George Gannon
was stealing from you.

Do you have any idea
why your former accountant

was sending checks to a company
with his home address

as the corporate headquarters?

Clearly, we weren't aware of

most of what George Gannon
was doing in this room.

He's brought nothing
but the worst attention upon us.

I'm sorry,
what's Sunroot Services?

I... I believe
it's an agricultural business

that our church
has some investments in.

We probably have over
30 subsidiary businesses

- in our endowment.
- Looks more like 50 or 60.

If our church relied solely

on the donations
of the assembly,

we'd be a much smaller ministry.

And here was me thinking
you were just hucksters

shaking down the hicks
and the rubes, Mr. Seidel.

Um, Mr. Seidel, who's J.H.?

J.H.?

- Yeah.
- Mm-hm.

I'm not very good
with numbers and such.

Down here there's "G.G."
George Gannon's hand.

But up here, where the new
companies were starting up,

there's a "J.H."

Big "J," skinny "H."

Mr. Mason, what does this have
to do with the defense

of Emily Dodson,

wh... which we are charitably
paying you for?

Uh, well, if George Gannon

was stealing from you,
and trying to cover it up

with the Dodson ransom,
that's motive.

Or he's just
a professional thief.

Either way, it's good for Emily.

And, um, you might wanna
stop payment on those checks.

Thank you.

Miss Nina said
you wanted to see me, sir?

I heard
you spoke well in court today.

Made this whole shitcan precinct
look good.

This is the time
you say thank you.

- Thank you, sir.
- Great. Now beat it.

You were the first detective
on the scene

when Charlie Dodson's body
was discovered, correct?

- Yes, that's correct.
- And how did you come to be

the first detective
on the scene?

I was having dinner
with the Elks

when the commotion
kicked up outside.

Mm-hmm.
And was Detective Ray Royce

first up on homicide calls
on the night in question?

- What?
- Did you pay

Watch Commander McGuire
to jump Royce

and get assigned lead
on the case, Detective Ennis?

- What the fuck is this bullshit?
- Maybe that's something

you should've shared
with your partner.

Did you pay off
the Watch Commander?

You're telling me McGuire's
gonna get on the stand,

say he took money to move me up?

What happened
to that blood trail, detective?

Who gives a fuck?

If you
can't answer those questions,

Mason's gonna rip you
a new asshole up there.

Fuck Mason.
I can handle him.

Let's try this again.

You were the first detective
on the scene

when Charlie Dodson's body
was discovered, correct?

- Yes, that's correct.
- Thank you.

Emily's signature, as promised.

Matthew Dodson will need to
sign the release as well.

He disowned the child in court.

Under an oath to God.

I've been assured
that this will suffice.

You know, she signed this
just to make you happy.

You see that, right?

She doesn't actually
want her baby dug up.

Emily has faith.

You're the one who doesn't
want this to happen, Mother.

Nevertheless, arrangements for
your service are still ongoing.

I would like to be
at the cemetery

before Easter Services.

I'm going to need all
my strength

to become His instrument.

I've also made
other arrangements.

Come.

These are the other arrangements
that are ongoing.

No.
We're not running from this.

Stop. Hey. Do you understand?

It's not just Elder Brown
and his billboard.

We are surrounded by those
who cannot wait

for Easter Sunday.
They can't wait for our ruin.

If ruin is God's...

We have to run, okay?

This church is mine!

Mine!

The Assembly, the Temple,

every cornerstone
of every church

we've ever built.

Do you remember saying that?

I'm remembering a lot of things,
lately, Mama.

You want to run?

Go ahead and run.

City records?

Yes, I know
you'd rather be in court, Della.

I'd rather be tracking
the leads.

But someone's gotta dog this ledger,

and Strick's already on his way
to Denver.

At least he should be.

I gotta go.

Who is it?

Who is it?

Officer Drake?

Perry Mason, Esquire,
may I come in?

Of course.

This a social call?

Something I have to say to you.

I wanted to tell them, Mason.

I wanted to tell them everything
when you asked me.

Well,
I shouldn't have asked you.

- I gave you my word.
- But you kept your word.

Yes, I did.

I almost wanted you to...

force my hand,
so that I could...

so that I could blame you.

Oh, you're just saying that now.

I could've helped that woman.

I could've, but...

I was afraid.

Look, the deck
was stacked from the start.

Anyone would've made
the same choice.

'Cause there wasn't one.

You know what it's like
to be afraid?

I was in the war.

Every day, I gotta wake up with
this ball of fear inside of me.

Gotta go put on that uniform,

go out there and play the fool.

You know there's not one
black officer assigned

to work with a white officer?

Not one.

We all on foot patrol,
by ourselves,

keeping the coloreds in check.

Hell, they won't even let me
cuff white folks.

'Cause a black man, even...

a goddamn black police officer,

can never stand up
to a white man.

Never.

Even a goddamn white criminal.

A white fucking murderer
gets to look down on me.

You have any idea
what that feels like?

No.

Every day, I'm scared, Mason,

that I'm going
to let it all out.

What they give me
for being a good boy.

I do not like feeling owned.

It sits real bad on me.

So I'm gonna help you.

I'm gonna help this woman.

Maybe buy a little piece
of my soul back.

What are you doing?

Well, ain't nobody ever certain

what's in half these boxes
to begin with.

That's not exactly legal,
Officer Drake.

No, Mr. Mason, it's not.

But it is something
I can live with.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Look what I just found.

Number 38.

I'd like to see
all articles of incorporation

filed with the State by the
Radiant Assembly of God, Inc.

For what reason?

I don't have to have a reason.

They're public record.

I have to write something down
for my boss.

I don't care what you tell me.

Write down...

pertinent curiosity.

Make a right down the hall,
door on the left.

Wait there.

How do, old timer?
You live here long?

Since aught three.

What's it to you?

I was hoping you could
help me out with a guy or two.

Marcin Sarecki.
Stayed here back in '14.

During the Ludlow strikes.

- Can't say as I do.
- You sure?

I old. Not daft.

What about this one?

Stanislaw Nowak.

That cocksucker I remember.

I guess so.

I reckon
I rightly recall the bastard

that gave me this.

Doctor, I ask you
to look at what is marked

as People's Exhibits
19A through H.

Can you tell us what these are?

The photographs I took

before the autopsy
of Charles Dodson.

Now, as a result of the autopsy,

can you tell us
the cause of death?

Yes. Asphyxiation.

Charles Dodson died as a result
of being deprived

of oxygen to his brain.

Yeah.
And your autopsy also indicated that

baby Charlie's eyes
were sewn open with thread.

Can you tell us
if they were sewn open before

- or after his death?
- Yes, I can.

The sewing of the eyelids
was certainly done postmortem.

Thank you, Doctor.
No further questions.

Your Honor, I would ask

that the autopsy photographs
be published to the jury.

So ordered.

- Uh, Dr. Sheets...
- Your Honor,

I would ask that the jury
be given the opportunity

to view the photographs
before cross begins.

Of course.
Mr. Mason,

please wait till the jury
has viewed the exhibits.

Right now?

Yes, Mr. Mason.

Now.

Very well.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Your witness, Mr. Mason.

Dr. Sheets,

would you please take a look
at Defense Exhibit number one?

Excuse me, Your Honor,

I'm not exactly sure
what Mr. Mason is referring to.

It's a vouchered piece
of evidence

that was turned over to the
defense in discovery material.

I'll allow it.

Let's have the witness identify
the exhibit first, Mr. Barnes.

Oh boy...

Dr. Sheets,
Would you mind telling us

what it is you're holding
in your hand?

It... It looks to be a half
of a denture.

Objection!
We did not turn that over!

- Overruled.
- Have you ever seen

the other half
of this denture before?

Um, yes, I have.

Was that during
an autopsy you conducted

- on George Gannon?
- Objection! Side bar!

Get up here.

What the hell is going on?

I can prove that George Gannon's
suicide was fake.

He was murdered, Judge.

Lower your voice,
we're at side bar.

That's Gannon's denture.
It was recovered in the alleyway

- outside the apartment where...
- Mr. Mason! Lower your voice!

It would prove that someone other
than Emily Dodson was involved!

In my chambers. Now.

Bailiff, recess the jury!

After Dr. Nance
conducted the official autopsy,

Gannon's body was stolen
from the crematorium

and magically turned up
with a broken hip.

The hip was broken before the
body was stolen, Your Honor.

You can't prove that!

That's up to the jury,
not you, pal.

A second autopsy on Gannon

would require
a preliminary ruling to admit.

Uh, can... can...
Can I get that ruling now?

Mm-hm.

I'm not letting you
bring wild theories

before a jury
based on a stolen body.

You don't have a clean chain
of evidence.

- Thank you, Your Honor.
- This is bullshit.

Any reference to this denture

or second autopsy is inadmissible.

This is fucking rigged,

I have vouchered evidence,
from the DA himself.

- I've ruled on this.
- Well...

Someone murdered Gannon.
Someone who's still out there.

Someone who... who stitched
Charlie's fucking eyes open!

And you're as hellbent as he is
on covering this up!

Watch your tone
when speaking to me, Mr. Mason!

Or you will find yourself
held in contempt,

disbarred, and watching me
wipe my hind parts

with your investigator's
license. Now...

recess runs till three.

I assume you'll be ready
to proceed, Mr. Barnes?

Most assuredly, Your Honor.
I plan to call my final witness

- and rest my case.
- Good.

Gonna miss the bus
if we don't hustle.

Just trying to get you there
is all.

You tell your aunt,
I'm paying the phone bill,

so any amount of calls
is all right.

I don't want her worryin',
or worryin' you.

Afternoon, ma'am.

This is some bad business.

No. No, no.
It ain't bad business.

I just need to help
this lady out is all.

I need you and this
little one out of reach...

...while I fix it right.

Here you go.

There you are!

I was about to storm
the men's room

when the bailiff ratted you out.

- Not now.
- Yes, now.

Wait till you see
what I got you.

Thirty-Six Del Pio Drive.

They're not putting
Ennis on the stand.

And they gave me 15 minutes

to prepare
for this fucking jail matron.

I found J.H.

Woodland Acres.
It's a church subsidiary.

A real estate development
out in the sticks.

Jim Hicks set it up,

and Herman Baggerly
is named as chairman.

- Baggerly?
- Yeah.

Then I went across Spring Street
to the County Assessor's Office

and started pulling titles
and deeds.

It's a place called Girard,
incorporated in 1927,

and they only sold 11 plots,

and guess who owns one
for next to nothing?

- You stole a title?
- You stole a body.

Look at the signature.

Big "J," skinny "H."

Thirty-Six Del Pio Drive.
Twenty acres for a dollar?

It's a hell of a deal
for a former accountant.

I could kiss you, Della Street.

Please don't.

- Mr. Mason?
- Yeah.

We're heading back, counselor.

Thank you.

That old Polack
spits all over me,

tells me to come to see you.

I'm surprised
he didn't take a poke at you.

Those old bastards

got a real burr in their saddle
about that whole Ludlow mess.

Well, fortunately,
he could barely spit.

No Sarecki.
No Nowak.

Who'd you say the other one was?

Ennis.
Worked as a Pinkerton.

Ennis.
With an E?

E-N-N-I-S.

Very close to "penis."

Never thought
about it like that.

Pinkertons, thugs, miners,
that's one thing.

It's a fair enough fight.

But when the army came in
shooting, mm-mm.

Sweet Jesus wept... Shit.

No Ennis, either.

You sure?
He's got to be there.

That's where you look.

And you just saw me
fucking look.

Most likely we paid
the thugs in cash

and the Pinkies as a group.

How about the fella
who was doling out the dollars?

Any chance he's still around?

- From back then?
- Yeah.

Dog-fuck if I know.

Hope you don't mind me saying,
but you got a colorful way with words.

You're not a goddamn
Papist, are you?

Here we go.

Accounting, 1914.

Furthest thing from it.
Episcopalian.

Hmm, I don't like them much
either.

Dead. Don't know.

Don't know. Dead.

That say "Seidel"?

- "Eric Q. Seidel"?
- Him.

He became vice president.
Top row, second from the left.

Betty...

can I buy you a drink?

Do you swear that
the testimony you shall give

shall be the truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

I do.

Please state your name
and occupation for the record.

My name is Barbara Fry,

and I am the matron
at the City Jail.

And were you responsible
for the supervision

of the defendant, Emily Dodson,
on or about January 5th?

Yes, I was.

Did anything of note
happen on that date?

She had a visit
from Sister Alice McKeegan.

And were you present
for the entirety of that visit?

I was.

Please tell the jury
what you heard.

Uh, objection! Uh,
conversation between Emily

and her spiritual advisor
is privileged.

Sit down, Mr. Mason.
That privilege is broken

if a third party is present.

You may answer the question.

Emily said that if
she had not been with George,

- Charlie'd still be alive.
- Continue.

Then she said,
"I killed my baby."

- No! That's not...
- Control your client, Mr. Mason!

That is...
That is not what I said!

Jesus, she's twisting it.

- Do... Do something.
- Then the Sister asked her

if she had pressed a pillow
over her baby's mouth

and stitched his eyes open.

- And the defendant's response?
- Objection!

The defendant nodded
and said, "Yes."

That is a lie!

- Sit down, Mrs. Dodson, or I'll have you removed!
- Stop lying! She's lying!

- She's lying!
- I know.

Your Honor, given
this overheard confession,

I ask, no, demand,
that I be allowed to argue

in summation that the defendant
Emily Dodson

not only conspired to kidnap,
but in fact,

murdered her child!

I didn't do it! I didn't do it!

- Order!
- I didn't do it!

- Order!
- The Prosecution rests.

Order!

Order!

Hey, there they are!

Murderer!

Mr. Mason,
is there any comment on that?

The woman perjured herself.

They don't have a case,
so they lie.

That's how low the DA goes.

You want a story?
Ask him why he didn't call

the first detective on the scene.

Take her home.

Repent or die, whore!

I can't believe that woman lied.

After what she let happen
to you.

Take a runner!

It's okay.
It's okay.

None of them matters, Della.

Don't give up hope.
Okay?

It's our turn next.

No. Mr. Barnes is gonna drop
the charges.

Once Sister Alice brings
Charlie back, he'll be alive.

It can't be murder
if he's alive.

How do you think that went, E.B.?

Well,
I have a few observations, boy-o.

- Hey, Gene!
- Hey, Ellie.

Is, uh, your better half around?

Back in the garage
with his one true love.

Do you want to come in
for coffee?

No, thanks.
Uh, not today.

It's... work.

Where the fuck have you been?

I didn't think I was needed.
Wasn't asked to testify.

Fucking Barnes ices me out,
for what, I don't know.

You know what.

That bullshit with McGuire?

Like you haven't done
the same thing.

- Barnes knows you're lying.
- Of course I'm lying.

What am I supposed
to say to the DA?

That I'm getting soused
at the Elks club

when Charlie turns up?

Well, makes more sense
than what you told him or me.

Huge case drops in my lap,

I'm gonna grab it, yeah?
I got mouths to feed.

Case like this could move us
both up the ladder.

Bullshit!

You jumped Royce so we could
run the crime scene.

No, Gene.

You ran the scene.

I was your second.

You told me what to do.

I followed your lead.

And forget about Mason.
He can't prove a thing.

If Barnes wasn't such
a fucking chickenshit...

Nice looking car, Joe.

You love this car? Huh?
It's important to you? Huh?

What about Ellie? The kids?

Huh? Or me?
Your goddamn partner!

Just how dirty are you, Joe?

I need to know.
Right fucking now.

You brought me into this racket.

You tied me in
with the Lucky Lagoon,

the whores at Jin's,
the kickbacks.

That ain't the same thing.

Sarecki, Nowak, Gannon.

Did you kill 'em all, Joe?

Did you stitch that baby up?

I got hired to do a thing.

That thing went a little off.

Who else can finger you
for this?

- Really wanna know?
- No.

I want 'em dead.

See, a good lawyer,

an actual lawyer,

never would have promised
to get the client off,

to find the killer.

Shouldn't prosecute
from the defense table.

You can't prosecute
from the defense table.

And yet here we are,
driving to God knows where

for God knows whatever reason,
when a real lawyer,

an actual lawyer,
would have done what?

Would have stuffed a towel
under the door

and turned on the fucking gas?

How the fuck is that
working out for you, E.B.?

They got Brandy Alexanders
and cigar girls

in good lawyer purgatory?

'Cause guess what?

You should be here,
doing your fucking job,

you fucking coward!

- Hello.
- Uh, hi.

Um, I'm sorry to bother you.
I'm looking for Jim Hicks?

You're that Dodson girl's
lawyer?

Seen your picture
in the newspaper.

Yeah, I...

I've been waiting for you
to find me.

Alice. Alice.

Alice!

Something on your mind,
daughter?

Just wondering what the Lord
has in store.

Mr. Hicks, was George Gannon
stealing from the church?

The church was stealing from
the church.

Wanna look at what I found?

What?

I've got to talk to Emily.

She won't hear a word you say.

Come this Sunday, Mr. Mason,
everyone in this city

will beg me to forgive them.

What kind of man are you,
Mr. Mason?

I am fighting for a woman's life!