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Okay, nobody's here.

Just you and me.

Tell me about Midnight.

Tell me something good,
next round's on me.

Come on, what's the big deal?

Everybody knows about the guy.

Nobody talks about him.

Yeah, there's a
reason for that.

Was he just a cleaner
or was he a hitman, too?

I mean, did he
really use suitcases?

I'm tellin' you,
I smashed that shit.

Sharon with the
titties Sharon?

Yes, titties, all up in it.

Can I get you anything else?

We're gonna close
up in a little bit.

Question.

This guy down at
the end of the bar

talkin' to the bartender,
you happen to know his name?

Galen, he's a good guy.

Yeah, I thought that was him.

Thanks, Tara.

Hey.

Everybody's so
scared of the guy.

What the hell did he stop for?

Somebody killed his point man,

then they sent out pictures
of the point man's body

in several pieces, alright?

It's the kinda situation
that doesn't leave you

any good choices.

No, no it may have been rough
on him, but he had choices.

I mean, you always got choices.

Alright, I tell you what.

I'll tell you a story,

but it's not the
story you wanna hear.

Can't buy you with free booze.

I'll take what I can get.

Make it a good one.

Can I help you guys?

Galen, how you doin', man?

It's me, Tommy's brother.

- Oh yeah, Jack.
- Yeah, man.

Yeah,
you clean up good.

I almost didn't recognize you.

Thanks, man.

Who's your boy?

So did you really
work with Midnight?

Come on, man.

I just told you
about that, dude.

Galen, I apologize
for my friend.

We're gonna take off, man.

Just wanted to stop
by and say hey.

Okay, and if I need you,
I'll give you a call, alright?

I got your mother's
number memorized.

Alright.

That's funny.

Now take your boy
the fuck out of here.

Yeah, man.

Galen, good seeing you, man.

- Come on, man.
- It's nice to meet you.

Next subject.

Hey, I think somebody's
stealing that Camaro outside.

Oh shit.

Hey!

Come here!

Come here you fuckin' punk.

Come here.

Fuckin' piece of shit.

Punch like a fuckin' car thief.

Like stealin'
people's cars, huh?

Huh, you fuckin' punk?

Hey kid, good lookin'
out, I appreciate that.

Don't mention it.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

We don't get paid if
you kill him, Junior!

Man, what you mean?

You should be thanking
me man, gimme this.

Please tell me he
ain't fuckin' dead.

He's not dead.

No thanks to Junior.

Bastard just walked off.

Fuck.

What the fuck are you doin'?

Yo chill, man.

That's just my girl, dog.

God, that's why I got no sex
life fuckin' with y'all, man.

Get over it.

Ain't none of us got a sex
life for the next five days.

Let's go.

Luke.

Luke.

Luke.

The coroner's table again.

You know, I'm trying to
be professional here,

but this whole episode
makes me angry.

They had no right.

You didn't need to
see Corinne like that.

I guess they
thought I'd confess.

They harass you and the
real killer goes free,

and all they've succeeded in
doing is making my job harder.

Gee, that's encouraging.

Sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

Let's just change the subject.

You said that you had free
three-day weekend trip.

I was hoping you
forgot about that.

Is that this coming weekend?

Yeah, it's this new
spa in Scottsdale,

but it's my first
trip without Corinne.

I just don't think I'm
ready for that yet.

Do you know when
you'll be ready?

Do you know the day
or the month even?

I don't know.

I mean, isn't this
why I'm seeing you?

I think you
misinterpreted my function.

I'm supposed to be
the proverbial crutch,

not the motorized wheelchair.

Wow, that's harsh.

I'm being harsh
because I was just like

this two years ago.

I worked with a man who,

he was dedicated
to helping people.

People would come to us broken,

and we would send
them back whole.

It was truly inspiring work.

And one horrible
night he was murdered.

Oh, that's awful.

And just when I thought
that things couldn't get

any worse, my brother was
killed by a drunk driver.

Oh my God.

But my brother was
a very wealthy man,

and in his will he left me
enough to rebuild my practice.

Silver lining.

Anyway, I got better.

Like I say, the
work must continue.

The work must continue.

That's right, yeah.

I think that weekend
would be good for you.

Go.

If you have a terrible
time, you come back,

you complain to me.

I'm here for you.

Mr. Palmer, my name's Vernon.

I'm right outside if
you follow me, please.

Hey Vernon, somebody left
their glasses back here.

Looks like maybe it's a woman's.

It's monogrammed A.P.

Just go ahead
and leave 'em back there.

I'll return 'em at the hotel.

Vernon, can you
turn on the AC please?

Actually, there's
a console back there with you.

Yeah, I see it,
but it's not working.

I mean, I'd roll down the
window, but it's like 110 outside.

Alright, I'll
pull over and take a look.

You know my wife, she
would've really liked this.

She died two years ago.

I'm really sorry
to hear that, Mr. Palmer.

Must be extremely difficult.

Yeah, yeah it is.

It's my first trip without her.

Wow, first trip, huh?

Corinne was a very special lady.

She was, wait, how did
you know her name was.

What are you doin'?

Don't fight it, Luke.

How did you know?

Don't fight it.

I don't wanna hurt you.

I'm here to help.

Hey, hey wake up.

Hey you, you, you,
wake up, wake up.

Wake up, hey, hey, wake up.

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

You.

Oh shit.

Why would someone put
me in here with you?

Don't bullshit me.

The courts couldn't do it,
so you did it yourself.

I had a needle in my neck.

Yeah, well I got zapped,
then I got my needle.

Now I'm in here with you
dressed like I'm back in county.

I swear I had nothing
to do with this.

Last I remember
it was Wednesday.

When they get you?

I don't know, at the
Phoenix Airport on Friday.

Phoenix?

I was at a bar in L.A.

Gentlemen, my name is Justice.

You have been brought
here to retry the case

of California versus Terry for
the murder of Corinne Palmer.

Oh, you gotta be
fuckin' kiddin' me!

I'm
here to see an honest verdict

reached without technicality.

Hey, this is bullshit!

Mr. Palmer, please
open the top drawer

of the desk in front of you.

Hey man,
this is bullshit!

Come on, man, what is it?

That ring was recovered

from the defendant's
glove compartment.

For trial, a search warrant
could not be secured.

- Another technicality.
- Come on, man.

Can't you see this
is a setup, huh?

I mean, if this was legit,
they'd go to the cops.

No, they can't.

That would be double jeopardy.

The law says you can't be
tried for the same crime twice.

Correct.

The trial is scheduled
for two days,

consisting of two
separate 12-hour sessions.

Two days?

After the second session,

a verdict will be reached
and justice served.

What if he refuses
to answer me?

The defendant's
chair is electrified.

The electricity is
controlled by the red button.

Please feel free to test it out.

No, hey don't do that!

Don't do it!

Hey, he believes you!

Don't do it, man.

Justice, since I'm in
here too and you took

my wallet and my phone, aren't
I a prisoner just like him?

Mr. Palmer, once a
verdict is reached

in your case, you will be
safely returned to your home.

I must go.

Court is now in session.

Maybe you're not
behind all this.

That's what I been
trying to tell you.

And I don't think we're
the only case, either.

There's some other plaintiff.

It's a woman with glasses,
her initials are A.P.

Oh.

Oh, look who's here.

What are you doin' here?

You, you killed Tanner.

You bastard.

The court said I didn't.

Maybe you shoulda hired
a different prosecutor.

Maybe I shoulda
been drug tested.

Stop, stop gloating.

Stop it.

You're a murderer.

You're a murderer!

My pro bono kicked your
fuckin' prosecutor's ass.

You know why?

Because I'm
innocent, that's why.

You think kidnapping me is
gonna bring your kid back?

That what you think?

I didn't do this.

I didn't do this.

I think I was drugged.

They drugged me.

They beat the shit out of me.

Does it hurt?

Does it hurt really bad?

Oh, what do you care?

Yes, it hurt.

Good.

You should feel some pain.

You're sick.

You destroyed me.

Not only did you
take away my child,

but you killed my marriage.

Your old man left
after the kid died?

You really know how
to pick 'em don't you?

Don't you?

Mrs. Astrid Page,

you are here to retry the case

of California versus
Henry Callas for murder

in the death of your
son, Tanner Page.

Oh my God.

- Mrs.
- Page, during the trial,

the prosecution was
unable to use DNA evidence

against Mr. Callas because the
findings were inconclusive.

Yes, yes they found
his body in a lake,

but the DNA was washed away.

Please
open your top desk drawer.

I knew it.

I knew it.

You knew what?

Your
son's fingernails produced

sufficient DNA for a partial
mitochondrial DNA test.

There was a positive match for
the defendant's blood type,

sex, and ethnic origin.

However, these results could
not be admitted at trial,

a technicality.

Nothing to say, huh?

Really, this is all bullshit.

You know it, it's bullshit.

We've
provided the red button for you,

but please don't abuse it.

Who's your friend, hm?

Hey, that ain't no
lady with glasses.

Well, at least we know
the red button works.

Yeah, that ain't good
news for all of us.

Yeah, I don't get it.

These look like real
court documents,

but there's no way
this is a real court.

I could tell the guards
worked in lockup before.

They move like COs.

I mean, they're doing
this in multiple states,

and the timing is perfect.

How big do you
think this thing is?

I don't know.

Goddamn it, Keisha?

Keisha, is this you on
some child support shit?

For the last time,
it is not my kid.

What you need to do is find
a motherfucker with a job

with your triflin' ass.

Mia?

You know where the hell we are?

I think we're in Arizona.

I think it's Saturday.

Okay, Thursday I leave
a bar, three guys jump me,

they put me in a van.

Who did you tell?

What?

No one, I didn't say anything.

Mia
Orlando, my name is Justice.

18 months ago, your husband
Paul was shot to death

in your home with a
25-caliber handgun.

As you know, no
charges were filed.

Mrs. Orlando, please
open the top drawer

of the desk in front of you.

We learned that the defendant
purchased a 25-caliber handgun

a week before Paul's death.

Mia, you better
stop this shit.

The
defendant also received

a phone call on the
night of the murder.

Yo, if you don't
stop it, I will.

And
rushed out of a night club,

not to be seen
for several hours.

Insufficient evidence
to charge the defendant,

a technicality.

Yo, you know who bought
that gun, who wanted that gun?

It wasn't me.

It was Mia, 'cause Mia--

Fuck!

That wasn't the same guy
that was screamin' earlier.

Yo, you okay?

Hey, hey you don't look so good.

- Mr.
- Palmer, do you need assistance?

No, no that
won't be necessary.

Hey, I need some
fuckin' assistance!

Hey Justice, yeah
he's on vacation.

That story will hold up.

But I got friends and family.

They're gonna come
lookin' for me.

- Mr.
- Palmer, please use the keyboard

to search for the
defendant's name.

The screen will be
projected on the wall

so you both can read it.

Email and social media
have been disabled.

Good bye, Mr. Palmer.

Unbelievable.

I was killed in a car fire?

Last Wednesday
when they took you.

Oh that's bullshit.

Even if they had a body,
the DNA wouldn't match up.

No look, see it says here that

they used dental records
to identify your body.

Nah, nah man, somebody
will see through that.

I don't know, man.

Says you were buried this
morning in Los Angeles

at Forest Lawn.

Fuck.

My dad, he bought a plot
so he could be buried

with all his kids.

Spent his last dime doin' it.

Who the hell are these people?

I don't know, but I
bet you that A.P. lady's

got a wall screen too.

Look, what do
you want me to say?

How many times you
want me to tell you?

Please, I didn't kill your kid.

I didn't kill your kid.

I didn't kill your kid.

I didn't kill your kid.

You keep lying,
I keep pressing.

I did not kill your kid.

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

- Mrs.
- Page, please use the keyboard

to enter the defendant's name.

You will find some
compelling evidence.

This should be good.

That's bullshit.

Says I died.

I'm here, I'm
right fuckin' here.

You own a boat?

Yeah, a small
one, a fishing boat.

That's my boat, the
rest is bullshit.

This is really bad.

You hit your head and lost so
much skull tissue that I just,

I don't see how you
could've survived this.

Shit.

Oh but hey, least we know how
you got that hideous bandage

on your head, huh?

Wow.

Nothin' to say to that.

Oh, oh, oh, no wait,
listen this is really good.

The current was so
strong that it probably

washed away out to sea.

You're really gettin'
off on this, aren't you?

You're a real sicko.

And to top it all off,

I get to make up for
my pitiful prosecutor.

Well, why don't
you go after him?

He's the one that
screwed you, not me.

No, you're here.

I have dreamed about this.

I think I might be obsessed.

You think?

You need a shrink.

No, no I know
exactly who I am,

and I know who you are, too.

What the fuck is
that supposed to mean?

It's just, it was
never said in the trial

that you owned a boat.

Tanner's body was
found in a lake,

so it's just too many
coincidences, Callas.

Just too many.

Did you hear that?

Yeah.

Okay, Troy, I'm
getting scared.

You know, Paul had
you scared too, right?

Scared pretty girls
always got trouble.

So I called a
friend to help me.

And look where
it fuckin' got me.

Thanks.

Please don't
swear at me, Troy.

Hey, we should talk.

I'll tell you whatever
you wanna know,

but you gotta tell
me about your wife.

Talk to you about Corinne?

No way.

Why not, what's the big deal?

Tell me what made her so great.

I already know what they
found in her system.

Yeah, thanks to your
lawyer, of course.

Hey, I was facing the
needle for that shit.

He was just doing his job.

So did Corinne
ever cheat on you?

Don't say her name!

She ever get high
in front of you?

I mean, she probably
thought she was hidin' it,

but a man knows when his
wife's stoned out of her mind.

Now you're gonna
answer my questions.

Yeah, like what?

Like where were you
on the evening of October 25th

two years ago?

I already told
this to the courts.

I was in the valley,
the west valley.

You received a text that
said "I'm leaving now."

Who was it from and from where?

A friend of mine
was doing business

in a dangerous part of town.

They text me to let me know
they made it out of there safe.

You didn't mention
that in court.

What do I look
like, a fuckin' rat?

The business wasn't
exactly legal.

Later that night
you made another call

to a throwaway phone.

Well, I called a
lady I was seein'.

She a criminal too?

No, but her ass should've
been against the law.

So are we done or what?

I mean, you got any
more fuckin' questions?

Yeah, one more.

How'd this end up
in your glove box?

Got it from a guy.

You gotta
give me more than that.

Look, this thing's a lot
bigger than your fuckin' wife.

Hey you get this
straight, asshole.

Nothing's bigger than
my wife, you hear me?

Asshole?

Fuck you.

Fuck me, really?

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey,
you don't gotta do that.

What guy?

Gimme a name!

Alright, calm the fuck down.

It's Dwayne, Dwayne
Grover, okay?

He had the ring and
wanted me to sell it.

So how'd you get ahold of it?

I killed him.

You what?

You fuckin' heard me.

Wait, you're gonna
admit to killin' him

but you're not gonna
admit to killin' my wife?

That's because I didn't
kill your wife, Sherlock.

So you're saying
this Grover guy did?

How'd he even get to her?

Look, Grover's a dealer,
your wife's a user.

Add it up.

Do the math, carry the one.

But even if what
you say is true,

being a dealer is a far
cry from being a murderer.

Well, you know, he
gives her a free taste,

gains her trust, sets
her up to rob her.

Shoots her in the
face with a shotgun?

Why should I believe you.

Because I know about the rest

of your wife's jewelry, alright?

Pair of earrings, two
necklaces, a watch,

a bracelet, charm
bracelet right?

- Oh, and an ankle--
- Ankle bracelet.

- Yeah.
- That's right.

I also know when you
went to claim her body

the rest of the
jewelry wasn't there.

That's right, I got
it back a week later.

Yeah, it's 'cause they gave
you some lame fuckin' excuse.

Yeah, they misplaced it
in the evidence locker,

but how do you know this?

Yeah, right, 'cause it's
fuckin' bullshit, that's how.

Look, Grover must've flipped
out, he shot Corinne, then he--

Look, don't say her name.

Then he put
Corinne in the car,

made it look like
a bad carjacking,

minus a purse and jewelry.

Look, he knows I'm
very well connected.

Wants me to fence
off the jewelry.

That's the way I see it.

Why didn't you sell it?

It's over two carats.

Come on.

I mean it was only a few
days after she was killed.

Block was hot, cops
are everywhere.

No fuckin' fence in his right
mind woulda touched that ring.

This is really
hard to believe.

Go ahead, check
it out for yourself.

You be the judge.

They found Grover
down in the projects

and in the same apartment
he was dealin' drugs from.

How do I know you're
not makin' this up?

Did I make up
the Internet too?

You had your questions, Palmer.

Now let's see if you can
handle the real answers.

Fuck.

God, God.

Oh, how's it feel, Callas?

I've got a button and you don't.

How's it feel Callas?

- Feel it!
- Goddamn it.

Feel it, goddamn it!

Mrs. Page,

this is not a torture chamber.

If you want to get an answer,
you need to ask a question.

I asked him a
lot of questions,

and the answers were all wrong.

No they weren't.

My button's broken.

Not
broken, just disabled.

When you calm down,
I'll reactivate it.

Okay, okay,
okay, I'll be good.

I'll be good, I promise.

I'll be fine, just okay?

Good bye, Mrs. Page.

Wait.

Fuck!

Fuckin' fuck!

Fucker!

Fuck you!

They took your
toy away from you.

What are you gonna do,
brown-haired bitch?

Why don't you go fuck
yourself, pedophile?

Don't call me that.

I'm just a fucker that's
stuck in this chair.

Do not, do not tell me
that this is just random.

You know, we're
the same, you and I.

We're a lot more
close than you think.

We're nothing alike, you just
stop it with your bullshit.

You think you're the only
one that ever lost someone

in this world and then
went off the deep end?

You have never, never lost
anyone as precious as Tanner.

You'll never understand.

I know what you're feeling.

I swear to God I know
what you're feeling.

Bullshit.

It's bullshit.

It's bull-fucking-shit.

Bull-fucking-shit, bullshit!

You think nobody
understands you.

Your husband comes home
and he wants to make love,

and that's the furthest
thing from your mind.

And your friends,
they wanna talk to you

and make you feel better,
but it just feels wrong.

You have a very
active imagination.

Oh yeah?

And the worst thing you could
see is someone coming over

with their kid to try
to make you feel better.

Make you fuckin' feel better?

Idiots.

What do you know about that?

I lost a wife and a child.

Don't you lie about that.

Don't you dare lie about
something like that.

You should never lie about that.

My wife died giving birth
to a premature daughter.

Then three weeks later
my daughter died.

You know what, we
had it all ready.

We had little painted
butterflies on the wall.

Brown-haired butterflies.

Clothes, furniture, and food,

and the worst thing I ever had
to do was to pack it all up

and throw it in the
fuckin' dumpster.

Yeah.

Did anyone help you?

No, they all
ran for the hills.

All of my wife's friends,

they were either
pregnant or new moms,

and they looked at me like
you're some kind of a disease

that I might catch.

I know that feeling.

Yeah well, that three
weeks destroyed my life.

Totally destroyed my life.

I went feral.

I broke into a house,
just like clockwork.

No, see that's where
you and I are different,

because it's not
clockwork for me.

Fuck you!

You're not listening.

You know, before your kid
died you could've never

imagined shocking the
shit out of somebody

locked in a fuckin' chair.

Oh, God no.

Organized religion is for
people that are afraid

to go to hell.

Spirituality is for people
that have already been there.

I have loved our talk.

I enjoyed my brown-haired talk.

Thank you so much for
havin' this little talk.

Yeah, you wanna talk?

Do you wanna talk, Callas?

- Do you wanna talk?
- Yeah.

Okay, okay Callas,
let's talk then.

You ever heard of
a man named Midnight?

No.

Midnight's the
kinda guy you hire

for a situation like this.

I watched him do
his thing one time.

Yeah, and what does
this Midnight man do?

He's what you call a cleaner.

He always said the bigger the
city, the smaller the pieces.

So in the Arizona desert
you could dump a body whole,

but a big city like L.A.?

Okay, can you just stop?

I really don't wanna talk.

Look, I'm not cussin' at you.

What you gonna do,
shock me again?

Big city like L.A.,
you gotta improvise.

He used suitcases.

Suitcases?

You can actually
fit a human body

into two large
rollin' suitcases.

First you gotta drain the blood,

then you can do it in nine cuts.

Okay, okay, I don't
wanna hear anymore.

Alright, you
start at the pelvis.

So both legs at the
pelvis, that's one, two.

You know what, no I'm
not lettin' you do this.

You're just trying to scare me.

But you know what?

You're gonna regret it.

Oh my God!

Uh oh, uh oh!

Whoops, better call
an electrician.

I think it's broken.

It's not broken.

The system has an
automatic shutoff.

In addition, your misuse
of the button suggests

that it should be disabled
for the time being.

Good bye, Mrs. Orlando.

No, no, no Justice, wait.

Justice?

Yeah, no more button.

No more button, you fuckin'
triflin' ratchet bitch.

What you gonna do now?

Oh really, so now you're
just gonna torture me

by cursing at me, Troy?

Really mature.

So what, next you're gonna
start trying to scare me

with these stories about Mr.
Midnight coming to get me?

You know, actually he
got forced into retirement.

Whatever.

Somebody got to his
point man and put his parts

in a couple of suitcases.

Then they sent around
pictures of the suitcases.

Can we just talk
about something else?

Okay, okay, I got something
I know you wanna hear about.

I know, I know it, Mia.

I know, I know, I
know, I know it.

I know who Paul
was sleeping with,

and I ain't telling you shit.

You know who the bitch is?

Uh huh.

- Tell me, Troy.
- Uh uh.

I swear to God, if
you don't tell me,

when that button comes back on--

Don't fuckin' threaten me.

My threats should worry you.

It's only me and you in here.

See, but what you don't
realize is that this thing

is bigger than you and me.

Paul set a lot of bad
shit in motion and he hurt

a lot of people.

I know that, he
was my husband.

I'm not talkin' about him
blowing a couple of cases.

That affair he had went
way beyond the DA's office.

You know, speaking
of that affair,

you were gonna tell
me who the woman was.

What woman?

Don't play with me, Troy.

Well, you can't expect
me to tell you now.

We got three whole days.

This is incredible.

It says here Grover died five
days after Corinne was killed.

Why didn't you say
anything at the trial?

So to prove my
innocence of murder,

you'd have me confess
to another murder?

Do I have that right?

Yeah, I see your point.

It says here that police
recovered thousands of dollars

worth of cash, weapons, and
jewelry from his apartment.

Yeah, one weapon
was a shotgun,

and the jewelry was your wife's.

Look, they waited a whole
week till they gave you

that evidence locker bullshit.

What about the ring?

They arrested me, but
they never found the ring

in my apartment.

I put the ring in my glove
box because I never felt

safe to sell it.

Look, that's the truth, man.

I'm being straight up with you.

You know, the saddest
part about this is that you

make more sense than the
cops that handled the case.

God, this is such bullshit!

Is
everything alright, Mr. Palmer?

Yeah, yeah Justice?

Look, I'm done with this, okay?

I want out of here.

I'm here to inform you

that we are done for the day.

Court will resume
tomorrow morning.

Please return to your
sleeping quarters, Mr. Palmer.

You're not listening to me.

I said I'm not doing this
again tomorrow, okay?

I'm done.

Mr. Palmer, please return

to your sleeping quarters
or you will be escorted.

Allow me to demonstrate.

Fuck, you again?

Hey, hey, come on
is that necessary?

Fuck you!

Come on.

Hey Vernon, thanks
a lot for your help.

My neck still hurts
from that shot.

Sorry 'bout that.

Don't
make me send the bailiffs in.

Won't be necessary.

I'll be back shortly.

Please don't fall asleep
right away, Mr. Palmer.

Yeah, don't worry, I won't.

I just have a few
questions for you.

Good, so friendly
all of a sudden.

We'll clear the air.

We'll fucking clear the air.

Yeah.

I like it, I like it.

Was it a painful two
weeks between losing

your wife and your daughter?

That was two weeks of
hell, and then it got worse.

They told me my daughter
wasn't gonna survive,

and I hate to say it,
but I was relieved.

Yeah, your suffering was over.

It's not humanly possible to
grieve for 24 hours a day.

That shit will kill you.

Yeah, exactly,
that's how I felt.

It's just, okay, if you were
feeling all of these things,

then why were you even
arrested in the first place.

Well, I have a rap sheet.

You know, I was in the area.

I fit the description, whatever.

I don't know, I don't know.

Your DNA was found under
Tanner's fingernails,

and it just doesn't add up.

That DNA could come
from a thousand people.

We
have to adjourn for the day.

We'll resume in the morning.

Please proceed to your
sleeping quarters.

I wanted to thank
you for talking to me.

You really did give me
a lot to think about.

I'm not gonna get out
of here, I know that.

No matter what happens,

I know I'm not gonna
get out of here.

Alright, alright, let's go.

Ow, oh God.

Why won't you just
tell me her name?

Okay, okay, okay, her name is

fuck you, Mia.

Oh shit.

What's up, Tiny?

Wait, wait, wait, I'm not
finished with him, though.

Ma'am,
you're done for the day.

Says who?

I say
we will resume testimony

in the morning, and I will
have an announcement shortly.

Now please proceed to
your sleeping quarters.

No, he has answers
and I want them.

I'm not going back to that damn
cot till I get some answers.

Mia, Mia don't
be fuckin' stupid.

Either
you get back in that room

or my bailiffs will
forcibly put you back.

The choice is yours.

I had more space
in my jail cell.

Hang in there, man.

We've got two, maybe three
more nights in here at most.

So Vic, you get the
bunk above me, man.

And I hope to God
you're potty trained.

Can I at least get
a bottom bunk, boss?

Sorry, man, I got one,
Junior's got the other.

Man, screw Junior.

He can jump down to go pee.

Which one he on?

That's his bag over there,

but we already told him
he could sleep there.

What the hell
does he got in here?

- Oh shit.
- What is it?

What the fuck, man?

You just gonna let him go
through my shit like that?

Where'd you get
the piece, Junior?

I know Justice
didn't give you that.

Justice didn't give me shit.

I don't even know
who Justice is.

All I know is I'm
stuck down here

with no way to protect myself.

You should never bring a gun

into an otherwise
controlled situation.

What are you thinkin'?

- Controlled situation?
- Yeah.

- Down here?
- Yeah.

Shit, man that lady
that lost her kid

scares the shit out of me.

Bet a kid would scare
the shit out of you.

How 'bout you blow me,
you dumb motherfucker?

I'll beat the shit out of you.

- This ain't what you want.
- Junior, you better shut up.

Hey, hey, take
it easy, alright?

Just calm down.

We got a big day
in here tomorrow.

Good
evening, trial participants.

You have successfully completed

your first full
day of testimony.

The second session of
your trial will take place

in a slightly altered courtroom.

Tomorrow we will
remove the glass.

Mr. Palmer, please
come out and join us

for today's proceedings.

If you insist on disobeying,

I'll have to send
the bailiffs for you.

But first I'll have the bailiff

discipline the defendant again.

Okay, okay, wait, wait,
just calm down a second.

Hey, stop!

There's no need for that, okay?

I mean, you made me rush,
and then I broke my belt.

Nice of
you to join us, Mr. Palmer.

Oh yeah, thanks Justice.

You know, there's nothing really
just about this, is there?

This man killed your wife.

How many times have
you thought of,

no dreamt of a moment like this?

Not like this.

I
hope today's proceedings

provide you with some
satisfactory answers.

Have a good day, Mr. Palmer.

Come on Justice, let's go.

Look at you,
you're enjoying this.

Oh honey, no.

Oh, I just want my testimony.

No, no, you just wanna
get that name out of me

and shut me up.

So what are the
rules with this thing?

Can I like, can I
do this right here?

Hey, don't
touch the defendant.

This is such bullshit.

This is such bullshit!

Okay so I gotta be a lunatic
to get any answers around here?

Lunatic, alright how
'bout that for answers?

Calm down, man, I
don't wanna have to hurt you.

Hey, hey you forgot somethin'!

Oh, this is sweet.

This is beautiful.

He can't help you
now, he's gone.

Sit down!

I ain't gonna tell
your ass again.

Okay.

Hold his fuckin' arms.

Put this
motherfucker to sleep.

Justice!

Choke you out, motherfucker.

Fuckin' tough guy, huh?

Put that down,
Mia, stop playin'.

Oh, stop playin' huh?

Mia, put that down.

Mia, put that down.

What happened to fuck you, Mia?

Oh shit.

Where's all your
curse words now?

I'll give you a name, Mia.

I will give you a name.

I'll tell you who she is.

Oh now you, oh.

This whole thing is
like, I don't know.

It's really outside my
normal life experience, so.

Really, you think?

Could've fooled me.

I don't even want
the name anymore.

I don't need it because this
here is my only way out.

Mia, please.

Oh, Troy.

Bye, Troy.

Will you tell me her name now?

Yeah, I'll tell you,
but I won't tell Justice.

She's nobody.

But she's somebody
to a lot of people.

Mia, I'm so sorry.

Are you sure you
wanna sit this close?

I wanna see your eyes.

Hazel.

I can smell your breath.

You know, you really
touched me yesterday.

Everything that you said
about losing your kid

and your wife.

That was the hardest
two weeks of my life.

It destroyed my life.

I went numb, totally numb.

That's what we do to
survive, you know?

No, no I don't know.

You sure as hell
did not lose a wife,

and you didn't lose
a child, either.

You just don't wanna
believe me, that's it.

No, no, first you
said it was three weeks

between their death, and then
you said it was two weeks.

It was two weeks.

I was confused.

You been zapping
me, I'm exhausted.

- It's confusing, isn't it?
- What do you want from me?

- You're confused.
- I was confused.

You don't know anything.

I told you how I
felt about Tanner.

I did, and I never
once called him my son.

It's way too personal for that.

You never once called your
wife and your daughter by name.

You always talked about 'em
like you were reading a book.

My name is Henry Callas.

You never mentioned
my name, either.

Henry Callas.

I am sick to shit of this.

Let's get this fuckin' overwith.

Who the fuck are
you to judge me?

Who the fuck are these people?

Bad person, you
need to be punished.

You're a bad, bad person.

You know what you are?

I know what you are, you
are a fuckin' nothing bitch

that can't even hold
onto her husband.

You can't keep your
eye on your child.

That's what you are.

You killed Tanner.

You killed him,
you killed Tanner.

Fuck you.

Guess what?

Yes, yes, yes, yes I did.

I did, I fuckin'
killed your bastard.

You know what?

He came onto me.

He came on and suddenly
crept onto where my.

I had a sweet girl, and
he fucked my action.

He fucked over my game,

and I killed him.

You know what the joke was?

The joke is they
never found her,

but they pinned him to me,

and I broke his fuckin' neck.

How do you like those apples?

I broke his fuckin' neck.

You satisfied?

Now you satisfied?

He killed Tanner!

I can see it in his
eyes, he killed him!

He killed my son.

I couldn't take
his voice anymore.

Stay here.

I couldn't take
his voice anymore.

Stay
here, I'll get help.

Stay here.

- I'll get help.
- Don't go.

Please don't go, no, no.

Where's the help?

- Where's the help?
- Help's on its way.

- I need help.
- Just relax.

Relax, help's on it's way.

Shit, that worked
better than I thought.

Figured it would
fuckin' come apart,

not fuckin' blow a
hole in her chest.

So where you takin' me man?

It was good thing you
tested that gun out.

I didn't.

- You didn't?
- Hey take it easy, man.

'Cause this gun work just fine.

Yo, I can't believe you
didn't test the fuckin' gun.

How
could you let this happen?

I thought she was
going for the button,

not the goddamn chair.

Shit, I didn't think
she had it in her.

She
had it in her, alright.

Enough to kill the man
right in front of you.

You disappoint me, Vernon.

I'm sorry.

However, from what I observed

of the proceedings,
Mrs. Page was on her way

to rendering a guilty
verdict, wouldn't you agree?

Yeah, yeah absolutely.

He definitely did it,
and she figured it out.

So if
we ignore how the verdict

was reached and the
sentence carried out,

then we've actually
achieved our goal of justice

in this case.

And as for Mrs. Page,

I suggest we move up
her scheduled departure.

Is that possible?

Absolutely.

Come on, let's
get out of here.

Come on.

Oh man, something
happened in here.

Holy fuck.

Doesn't look coagulated,
yet it's still wet.

I don't think the gunshots
came from this room, though.

Alright, so we're
up to three rooms.

Where is everybody?

- Shit, man.
- You ever met him?

Nah, nah only Vernon
get to meet Justice.

- Hey, hold this for me.
- Okay, alright.

Only Vernon, but I
mean the pay good, though

you feel me?

I mean, they wiped
my record clean.

Nigga I can vote
and everything, man.

These folks are
that connected?

Yeah, man, they got
their juice at here, man.

- I mean it, man.
- I'm tellin' you.

Junior, you
bitch ass motherfucker!

Bullshit!

I don't hear
any more gunshots.

Did you find anything?

No, nothin' yet, but hey,

those gunshots sound like they
came from two different guns.

What do you think?

You know what, think about it.

There are two guns
out there, right?

I mean, one of
them's on our side.

They're not gonna
shoot each other.

Good point, I
didn't think of that.

I'm surprised, man, you
thought a lot more than I have,

and I'm also surprised you
let him get the jump on you.

Well, they had me chasing
some guy into a dark alley,

then they zapped me
and knocked me out.

Thing is, though--

What?

I used to carry
this Derringer.

Sure woulda did me a
lot of good that night.

Why'd you stop carrying it?

I had a very bad experience.

Somebody got hurt?

Yeah, you could say that.

What are you doin'?

I'm goin' out there.

You said it yourself.

I got a 50/50 shot
at finding a friend.

Yeah, well gimme a moment.

Sorry, Luke, we
don't have a moment.

Wait, wait.

Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, stay with me, Palmer.

Listen, you hear
any more gunshots,

I want you to run
the other way, okay?

Wait, I can help you.

- Let me come with you.
- No, no, no stay here.

I appreciate that, brother.

Don't worry about it.

Besides, I was already
buried on Saturday, right?

Hope it was a hell of a party.

Mia
Orlando, my name is Justice.

18 months ago, your--

Hello, my name is Justice, and
I have a really small dick.

I'm talking
microscopic and shit.

Huh, Mia.

Oh shit.

This is why I said no guns, kid.

Fuck.

What's up, punk?

Fuck off.

Alright, you big bastard.

This is for fuckin' druggin' me!

You want justice?

I'll show you
justice, motherfucker.

Who the fuck is Justice, huh?

Who the fuck is Justice?

Who's Justice?

Who's the big man now, huh?

Fuckin' guilty.

Ah, fuck.

Don't do it, man.

Fuck, I can't
believe this shit.

You motherfuckers
can't get shit straight.

Can't feel my
fuckin' legs, convict.

That's the best news
I heard all weekend.

You know, you're
the only motherfucker

I was actually worried about.

Oh shit.

41, 40, 39,

38, 37.

24, 23, 22.

17.

Eight, seven, six.

Hey!

Hey, did you just come?

Wait, wait, come here!

Yes, I wanna make a
collect call, please.

Sounds from what
you've been through

you might be in shock still.

You could be right.

You wanna call the police?

And tell them what?

That I was kidnapped
from my Arizona vacation?

That I met my wife's
accused killer,

who of which was killed five
days before in Los Angeles?

You know, the only bad
guy I could identify

from the whole thing.

Vernon, right?

Yeah, yeah I could
pick him out of a lineup,

but now he's buried somewhere
in the Arizona desert.

Yeah, I see your point.

I hate to turn this
into a therapy session,

but I have to ask.

Do you feel that your
experience has helped you

in any way?

You know, you know it did.

It was horrible down there,

but I feel more alive
than ever, you know?

Does that make any sense?

That absolutely makes sense.

This is what I mean when
I saw that the work--

Work, yeah the work
it must continue.

I was telling myself
that a few times

while I was down there.

I'm sure other
people died in there.

I wish someone
else got out alive.

Yeah, there was one other guy.

This big black guy who
jumped out of the hole

just seconds before
the explosion.

Did you talk to him?

I yelled out at him, but
he ran the other direction.

I mean, I bet he was scared too.

I don't blame him.

You know, the one
thing I can't figure out

is what did they have planned
for the other plaintiffs?

Like once we reached the
verdict, what were they gonna do?

- Mrs.
- Page, you are in the parking

garage at Sky Harbor Airport.

Please open the
glove compartment.

One last thing.

If you're thinking of
calling the police, don't.

We have all your actions
recorded on video

as well as all the forensic
evidence connecting you

to the murder of Henry Callas.

Go home, Mrs. Page,
and enjoy your life.

Who is it?

Luke, my name is Troy.

I was there this weekend.

Climbed out of the
hole right after you.

I'm sorry Troy, I have no
idea what you're talkin' about.

Oh, that's smart, man.

Deny it all, that'll keep
you safe from Justice.

Look, Troy, if
you don't leave--

Step away from the door, Luke.

You know, you're lucky
you're not my size.

Matter of fact, you're
lucky I'm not the same man

I used to be.

What do you mean?

I mean I left out of there
with IDs and house keys

and credit cards.

I could be on the most lucrative
identity theft spree ever,

but instead I'm in
here fuckin' with you.

I'm sorry, man, I needed
your cash to get back.

So it looks like
you were a defendant.

How'd you manage to get out?

I prefer kidnap victim,
thank you very much,

and one of the guards
owed me a favor.

Like a really big favor.

His name was Junior,
he was a little brother

of a high school buddy of mine.

He tipped me as soon
as my name came up.

The night they scooped
up your boy Galen,

Junior gave me the heads up.

So I got him some equipment
so he could help me

get out of there safe.

Well, it must've
been a big favor.

Well, he did 30 months for
armed robbery, hard time.

But he came out clean,
not a scratch on him.

What, you got him like
protection in there or something?

Let's say I called
in some favors.

Well, that was nice of you.

I had to do somethin'.

I mean, the boy was little.

I mean, if I didn't
help, he'd have come out

stretched with a hair net
on and Kool-Aid on his lips.

Kool-Aid?

Yeah, it's like jail lipstick.

The men's commissary
doesn't sell lipstick,

so the bitches put Kool-Aid
powder on their lips,

but the twist is when they wet
it, it turns colors and shit.

So Junior, he was an
ex-con you said, huh?

Yeah.

So do you think the other
guards had served jail time too?

Well some of them did,
but I know Vernon was a CO.

He gave them the orders.

Well, do you think
Vernon's Justice?

No, no, no, Vernon got
his orders from Justice.

You think anybody
else got out?

Fuck.

Hi, it's me.

I did a really bad thing.

I'm feeling really shaky.

I gotta see you.

Can I come?

Like now.

Look, you know
so much about this.

I don't know what
you want from me.

Well, there's a bunch of
diagrams and stuff in that bag.

It kinda looked like
the chairs we were in,

but I couldn't figure
it out all out.

I mean, yeah it looks similar.

I don't think it's the
same chair, though.

Lethal after nine seconds.

Did your plaintiff
use the button

for more than nine seconds?

Oh, the bitch tried
to, but it cut off.

Like I said, it's
a different chair.

Let's try this.

Your file is in that bag.

If it don't ring any
bells, I'll bounce.

Go on my spree and shit.

Did you read this?

I read all of 'em.

You white folks got some issues.

Man,
there's stuff in here

that I did not tell the police.

So what does that mean?

It means I know
who Justice is.

So then after that I woke
up in a car at the airport,

and I just got home
a few hours ago.

My goodness, Astrid, I
have a lot of questions,

but most importantly, how are
you feeling after all of this?

Torn.

I just wanted
justice for Tanner.

That's all I wanted.

It just feels wrong.

I can't sleep, and
I feel disgusting.

It's just not right.

I know exactly how you feel.

I felt the same way the day
my brother's killer walked.

The exact same
experience, Helen?

Mm hm, believe it or not,
the trip, the room, the killer.

My brother's killer sitting
right there in front of me,

and I will never
forget that voice.

Good morning, my
name is Justice.

Oddly enough, I
feel these people

were trying to right a wrong.

So what happened
at your trial?

The killer was
being questioned,

and the chair
malfunctioned and he died

before the end of
the proceeding.

Did you call the police?

I thought about it, but
the story was so fantastic

I thought they'd be skeptical.

I know, I know I did too,

but I just couldn't
take it anymore,

so I called a detective.

Oh, you did?

Yeah, he had all these
questions about Callas'

boating accident.

I'm gonna go there.

I'm gonna go to the
precinct right after this.

Alright, why don't
you tell me his name?

I'm sure I know him, and
I can help you come up

with a good way to approach him.

He was Detective
Lou Davenport.

I think if I just tell
him what happened,

he'll understand why
I did what I did.

And then I won't have to
feel like this all the time.

Hey man, sorry for all
the cloak and dagger shit.

I had to get a lot done
before I brought you here.

Where are we?

What is this?

We're in L.A.,

and I guess you could say
this is appeals court.

Appeals court, what?

Indulge me, Lucas, indulge me.

- What are you doin'?
- Come on.

Dude, I'm not gonna hurt you.

Alright, gimme your hand.

What, what are you--

One one thousand, two one
thousand, three one thousand,

four one thousand,
five one thousand, six.

It's the old chair, man.

She had it in her
fucking garage.

She killed a drunk
driver with the shit.

You had me torture her?

Oh no, that wasn't torture,

that was your opening statement.

Your witness, counselor.

I'm not doing
this, you're insane.

Oh come on, man.

Look, this is a picture
of the only other person

to make it out there.

I think her name
was Astrid Page.

A.P.

So either you can talk to her

or I'll come to a
verdict by myself.

Gimme the keys to the cuffs.

What?

Give me the keys.

If she does anything, you
have the button, okay?

Come on.

Hey, Helen.

Helen.

Why did you do this?

Why does anybody do anything?

Love.

I loved a man who
didn't love me back.

He loved everyone around
him, but he didn't love me.

What kind of guy
would ask you to do that

to all those people?

He didn't ask.

He was broken.

The work broke him and
the Page boy broke him.

You can be broken,
but I could fix it.

What about me?

What about Corinne?

Your poor wife.

Oh, it's internal
bleeding, man.

Her lungs are fried.

She's in pain, Luke.

Gun.

No, no, no I'm
not giving you this.

She doesn't want you
to give her the gun, man.

She wants you to aim it.

No, I'm not doin' this.

No, I'm not going this.

Do it for Corinne.

Bannister.

Hey Luke, you
ever play dominoes?

I love you.

Luke, man, you
were out for a while.

Corinne again, the
coroner's office?

Come on.

Yeah, how'd you know that.

I read your file, remember?

She spoke to me this time.

Oh shit, she needed
a face to do that.

Yeah.

What are we gonna do with her?

Oh no, we ain't doin' shit.

You're goin' home.

I'm gonna handle some business.

Here, parked it around the
corner under a streetlight.

Should be alright.

Why are you
helping me with this?

Oh no, not just you, man.

I lost friends down there.

Aren't you afraid I'm
gonna go to the cops?

And tell 'em what,
that you killed somebody?

No, not worried.

So I guess I'll see you later.

No, you know that would
be bullshit, though.

But I mean, did you--

Bye, Lucas, bye.

- Okay.
- Alright.

I can't believe it.

We have so much in common.

I mean, you're Helen,
also known as Justice.

And my name is Troy,
also known as Midnight.

It took me a while
to figure this out.

A night in October
two years ago.

Maybe if I did this then.

'Cause I know you didn't
want anyone to meet Justice.

Just like I didn't want
anyone to meet Midnight.

You never stopped
lookin' good to me, baby.

You know that.

Don't you think that drink

might affect your
judgment, Paul?

What makes you think
you have the judgment

to judge my judgment, hm?

Exactly.

Now run along before
you make me angry.

I told you not to
call the office.

I mean yeah, my assistant
is cool, but the last time

you called, Helen, our
staff therapist was there.

That woman tried to get
me on the goddamn couch.

We haven't spoken
in three weeks, Paul.

I can't do this.

I just can't do it anymore.

Corinne, come on.

You know we always have such
good times together, right?

Oh!

Come on, great times.

This is the last time.

Paul this feels
really different.

Did you cut it with something?

I feel dizzy.

You know, everything
has gone to shit.

I got the Page kid.

And you know goddamn Callas,

that son of a bitch
is guilty as shit.

Paul, seriously
I don't feel good.

I should sit down.

Can I have my cigarette?

You know, Corinne,
what'd I tell you about smoking

in my house?

I'm sorry, okay?

I just forgot, I'm nervous.

You know what your problem is?

You don't goddamn listen!

Oh my
God, what'd you do?

Hey, Paul!

You okay?

Hey, shit.

- Hey, hey you okay?
- No.

Shit.

You're a fuckin' douche.

Hey, what's goin' on, man?

You on some shit right now.

Yo, you get a new car?

No, it's this
bitch's right here.

ID says Corinne Palmer.

Oh, what happened
to her eye, man?

Paul Orlando put his
fuckin' cigarette out in it.

- What?
- He's dead.

I mean like fuckin'
dead as a doornail.

Yo, he's a prosecutor, dog.

They ain't gonna stop
until they kill you, man.

Don't worry about it.

Who the fuck you
think hired me, man?

Everybody's in on this,
from the coroner's office

all the way down to
cops, you name it.

Down to the caliber of the gun.

Wait, wait, wait, did he get
shot with a 25-caliber gun?

Yeah, he did, how
the fuck did you know?

No, whoa, whoa,
whoa, don't tell me.

Mia.

So what about
baby in the trunk.

Man, that hole don't
look like no 25-caliber.

Yeah, that's 'cause
she got her hands

on my fuckin' Derringer.

Those bullets, man,
they're real easy to trace.

We gotta do
somethin' about this.

Damn, alright, alright.

Nice.

Beautiful, alright so here's
how I'm gonna do this.

You remember that punk?

That piece of fuckin'
shit drug dealin' bastard.

What's his name, Dwayne Grover?

Yeah, that slippery
motherfucker robbed me

one time and shit.

Alright, this is what's
gonna happen, okay?

Cops are gonna come,
they're gonna catch him

with this fuckin' gun,
her purse, all her shit.

And that's that, he's
gonna take the blame

for this whole fuckin' thing.

Alright.

Oh man.

Ah, dude hold on, maybe there's
another way we can do this.

What?

You think you
can call Midnight?

You mean suitcase Midnight?

You mean the guy whose
point man got stuffed

into two roller bags Midnight?

Wow, you saw those
pictures too, huh?

Everybody saw the pictures,
I think that's the point.

I mean, try to contact
Midnight, end up in luggage.

Ah man, this is fucked up.

Yo, baby spoke
to you, didn't she?

Yeah, is it that
fuckin' obvious?

Kinda, yeah.

I mean, what'd she say?

It was crazy, man.

Right when she fuckin' blew her
head off with the Derringer,

she grabbed me, scared the
fuckin' livin' shit out of me.

She said don't let
Luke see me like this.

I mean, me wouldn't
stand a chance

against these people right?

Yeah, not a fuckin' chance.

So the only thing between
him and them is you and her.

No good choices.

No man, no good choices.

Hey, maybe there's a way I
can get hold of Midnight.

Please tell me he
ain't fuckin' dead.

How 'bout you blow me,
you dumb motherfucker.

- I'll bet the shit out of you.
- Junior, you better shut up.

Fuck you!

♪ This is the time
they call the nocturnal

♪ This is the time
they call the nocturnal

♪ Night time is the right time

♪ For makin' your move

♪ This is the time
they call the nocturnal

♪ And I think it's about time

♪ I got nothin' to lose

♪ After dark baby
when the sun goes down

♪ A different kind of
people get to run your town

♪ You're sittin' at the
bar gettin' one more round

♪ And you can't go home
so where you gonna go now

♪ Out steppin' into
the pitch black

♪ You miss the daytime
and you can't switch back

♪ 'Cause fools out here they
put you in the ditch, Jack

♪ And the things they
break'll be hard to fix that

♪ Nocturnal, the time
between dusk and dawn

♪ If you had a full day
night is just as long

♪ Where the scandalous
thrive and the trust is gone

♪ 'Cause some fools bust
and others get busted on

♪ Trust the song, you knowin'
that your lust is wrong

♪ But you think about the
lady who'll adjust her thong

♪ It must belong up inside
the pages of your journal

♪ 'Cause this is the time
they call the nocturnal

♪ Night time is the right time

♪ For makin' your move

♪ This is the time
they call the nocturnal

♪ And I think it's about time

♪ I got nothin' to lose

♪ Yo the night time's
crazy, just ask a cop

♪ In the daytime, he
could get a traffic stop

♪ But the night time
brings the domestic calls

♪ And the rough stuff
comin' for the rest of y'all

♪ So bad boy, bad
boy, what you gonna do

♪ When the po-po come
runnin' after you

♪ You say I'm only
doin' what I have to do

♪ But yo nothing good
ever happens after two

♪ At night people sit
around the campfire

♪ And tell tall tales
of ghosts and vampires

♪ Night clubs turn
on the amplifiers

♪ So girls can meet guys,
but guys are bad liars

♪ So guys go home
alone and mad tired

♪ Thinkin' 'bout the
sexy thing they admired

♪ And fire burn hotter
than a towering inferno

♪ Another episode we
call the nocturnal

♪ Night time is the right time

♪ For makin' your move

♪ This is the time
they call the nocturnal

♪ And I think it's about time

♪ I got nothin' to lose

♪ I'm settin' the tone for
those that were sweatin' alone

♪ You were thinkin' that your
life was just set in the stone

♪ If you worried 'bout your
sins then you better atone

♪ 'Cause you been
creepin' through the night

♪ Like a predator
drone, let it be known

♪ Call your people,
get on the phone

♪ Calm your homegirl down,
look like she ready to bone

♪ Someone got her liquored
up and gave her steady Patron

♪ And you could smell it on her
body like some heavy cologne

♪ Let her go home, put
her in the bed on her own

♪ If she feels sick, let her
put her head on the throne

♪ 'Cause it's better
than a stranger

♪ Trying to get her to moan

♪ He thought he
had a green light

♪ But there's some
red in his zone

♪ Never be known the things
that should never be shown

♪ 'Cause in the cover of the
night yo his cover was blown

♪ There's a happy ending
here, tragedy postponed

♪ But tomorrow night is
still unknown, it's nocturnal

♪ Night time is the right time

♪ For makin' your move

♪ This is the time
they call the nocturnal

♪ And I think it's about time

♪ I got nothin' to lose

♪ This is the time
they call the nocturnal

♪ This is the time
they call the nocturnal