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You were in the war,
weren't you?

The way you hold your cigarette,
hiding the ember in your palm.

I guess I'm still trying
not to give 'em

something to shoot at.

An unspeakable act
was visited upon us.

Friends of yours?

Members of my church.

The Radiant Assembly of God.

Someone creeps in
Emily's house and nabs her kid?

So you agree with the police.

You think the Dodson's
had something to do with it.

I'm not agreeing with anyone.

It's queer from both sides.

I'm gonna nail Dodson.

Gotta know something stinks
around you.

Why didn't you call the police?

I didn't kidnap my son!

Someone stitched those eyes.

Worse thing you've ever seen.

None of this was part of the plan.

I should have run.

Evening gentlemen,
sorry I'm late.

Let's get this over with.

This is a live one.

Fix bayonets!

Fix bayonets!

Fix bayonets. Let's go.
Watch your points.

Come on, make ready.

Look alive, stay alive.
Yes, sir.

Yeah. Close in, close in.

Make ready.

Make ready!

Get ready.

Edendale!

Hit the line!

Hit the line!

Come on!

Follow me, boys!

Mason.
Happy New Year.

Says you.

Yeah. You wanted thread?

There's thread.

And I can imagine God,

opening up his book of the
world and wondering to himself,

"Who needs me most today?"

And I can imagine his great hand
flipping the pages

and stopping when he comes
to our city.

It's a heathen's morning
in Los Angeles!

From the gambling boats
off Santa Monica

to the brothels on Broadway,

they are tipping back
their bottles,

rolling bones in the alley,

cheating themselves
out of a life with Christ!

Liars!

Thieves!

Fornicators!

Guests at the Devil's table,

served a seven-course meal,
that feeds the body,

but starves the soul.

Amen!

Isn't that right, Mother?

It most certainly is,
Sister Alice.

Brothers and Sisters,

I've been given a calling,

been given a voice
and gifted a set of lungs

that would make Tarzan himself

green with envy!

No, no, no, no.
I'm not talking about you.

You sit your hindquarters
back down.

It is my purpose
and privilege

on this very first day
of the very new year...

And I know it ain't been easy
getting here.

Now, we have all known

our share of rough times.

We all know what it's like

to go to bed
with an empty stomach.

Amen!

But Brothers and Sisters
of Radiant Light,

and you listening at home
on your radio boxes,

I am here to tell you

right here and right now,

there is another table
where you can sit

with food from a kitchen

where God does the cooking!

And it, too,
serves seven courses!

I shout it, you shout it!

Chastity!
Chastity!

Temperance!
Temperance!

Charity!
Charity!

Diligence!
Diligence!

Patience!
Patience!

Gratitude!
Gratitude!

And humility!
Humility!

♪ Come on elders.
Let's go around the wall ♪

♪ That suits me ♪

♪ Oh, come on elders.
Let's go around the wall ♪

♪ That suits me ♪

Oh, isn't she a wonder?

A beacon?

A beachhead for us sinners?

Oh, give generously
if you can,

give gloriously
for the radiance around you.

Heed the words of our Sister,

and dig as deep
into your pockets

as God will allow you
on this great and good morning!

Kick those sins out,
and welcome those virtues in!

I wanna see those plates
piled so high,

I want to see
those buckets brimming.

Oh, are they here?

Ah, yes,
they're waiting for you.

The mother is very fragile...

You overcooked yourself.

You want me to meet
with them privately?

No, no, it has to be now.

I just-- I have to catch
my breath.

I was good out there?
Oh, you were.

Halfway to Heaven,
a mile from Moses.

Sister Alice, this is Matthew
and Emily Dodson.

I've been praying
every night and every morning

since I heard, Miss Emily.

Thank you, Sister.

God is about all
we have right now.

And He is with you.

Come on, sit down.

We've been in our home
for nearly a week.

I thought it might be
a good idea

to get Emily back here
to the Temple.

Then we received your invitation
to come backstage.

I saw your picture in the paper
and I said to my mother,

"We must, must, must do
everything we can for them."

Didn't I say that, Mother?
The very words, Sister.

If you haven't
made arrangements,

we'd like to offer the Temple
for Charlie's funeral.

The Elders have offered
to pay for any and all expenses.

Thank you.
Thank you, Mr. Baggerly.

Mr. and Mrs. Dodson.

Detective...
Holcomb.

Uh, excuse me for, uh...
interrupting,

I need both of you
to come with me downtown.

What's this?

That's good news.
We got a line-up to show you.

But we need to go now.

It's just a little legwork.
Do some digging on the car.

Run down an alibi for Matthew.

There-- there's good money here.

You said that last time when
600 dollars turned into one.

I'm-- I'm trying
to make it up to you.

Hey! The hell did I say?
Never aim at the head.

I promise you, you'll get paid.
Don't promise. Pay.

Are you paying?
Say you're paying
'cause I got mouths to feed.

E.B.'s paying.

E.B.
E.B. thinks I'm a degenerate.

And a good investigator.
He also thinks that.

I-- I need the guy who taught me
half of what I know.

Half? Try everything.

All right. I have...

twenty-three dollars.

You can pad the expenses
as a sorry for the Chubby thing.

Ruthie.
What?

Come take care of this,
they're running riot.

I'm cooking, you do it.
I'm in a business meeting.

You wouldn't have an extra gun,
would you?

Forget it.

Where you was last night?
Ouch.

Where were you?
Throwing all my stuff out there.

Mm-hmm.

You're throwing my stuff out
here on the street, Letitia?

You lyin'.
I know what you're doing.

I ain't ask you to come around.

What's going on here,
Miss James?

None of your damn business.

He beating on you?
Fuck y'all!

He a walled-eyed son-of-a-bitch,
and I want him gone!

This is my house, my house.

I don't need him in my bed
no more.

Daniel Madison.
Step on out now. Come on.

Fuck y'all.
That won't help. Come on out.

I don't take no shit
from nobody. Not from you.

And not from this
old crow right here.

You ain't nothing but shoeshine,
jabber, and Aqua Velva.

Where was she at
last night? Ask her that.

I ain't sitting around
watching your drunk ass

all New Year's Eve.

Step back. Step back.

I'm gonna kill her.

I'm gonna kill her right here.

You ain't gonna do
nothing like that.

Now, Daniel.

Right now, we're just
having a little chat.

You ain't no kinda police.

Badge say otherwise.
Just dress you up, blood.

Monkey on a leash
with a pop gun.

I'm a proud man and she's been
running out on me.

And I won't abide it.

She went nowhere
but Zion Baptist last night.

How you know that?

'Cause Clara and I saw her
there.

We all had punch,
and saw the year out.

Ain't that so, Miss James?
Hmm.

So why don't you
just give me that?

Day for fresh starts.
Ain't nothing never been so bad.

What you say?

Come on.

All right.

If you don't mind,
just for one moment.

Don't you ever
pull a gun on a police officer.

Motherfucker.
Officer Drake. Officer Drake.

Step on back now
unless you want some too.

The hell you playing at?

Officer Drake,
there's something you gotta see.

Straight on. Two-oh-six.

This is as far as I go.

I've been in there once,
I don't need to go in again.

Pulling him out of church,
for God's sake.

There's a process, Detective.
You're to notify his counsel.

Well, you're here, aren't you?
Notify beforehand.

And where's this line-up
you promised?

It's okay, Mr. Jonathan,
I wanna help.

He wants to help.

So, what do you think?

It sure looks like my suitcase.

I'd be certain except--
What's this here?

It's a bullet hole.

And how did this suitcase
come to be

in your possession,
Detective?

Newton Division found it
in an abandoned apartment.

Along with a couple of stiffs.

E.B. Jonathan,
you old so-and-so.

You must be Matthew Dodson.

Maynard Barnes.
Sorry I'm late.

Mr. Barnes
is the District Attorney.

Though I'm not sure
why he's here.

Similar interests,
I assume, E.B.

But let me not interrupt.

We were talking about
the Central Avenue stiffs.

Yes, well, we believe these men,
murder victims it seems,

were involved in the kidnapping

and subsequent death
of your son.

That-- that's good, right?
Involved?

You have a gun, Mr. Dodson?

What?
Yeah, sure.

What kinda gun?

Hold on, Matthew.

What exactly are we doing here,
Maynard?

Where were you the night
Charlie was taken,

Mr. Dodson?
I told you guys.

I was at the store,
totaling the receipts.

E.B.: All right, let's go.

Sit down, E.B.

Because you weren't working,
were you?

E.B.: Bring us down here
under false pretenses

for some goddamn ambush?

This is over.
Sit the fuck down, gramps.

Don't you speak to me like that.

A patrol officer stopped by
your grocery twice that night

to check on an open
transom window.

And you weren't there!

You were at home, Matthew.

At home, the night
your son was taken.

We have an eyewitness.

This man is represented
by counsel.

He has nothing to say...
Saw him go
in the back door.

I wasn't there! I swear to God!
Saw him come out...

...a minute later
with something in his arms.

Something he could turn
into money.

A quick score
to settle his debts,

because you owe all over town,
don't you, Matthew?

E.B.: I'm gonna lodge
a formal complaint.

Badgering this man
with nothing but--

I got motive. I got opportunity.

E.B.: Yeah, you have...

Maynard, you have
entirely a bucket of eels.

Really?

You're gonna tell a jury
that this man kidnapped his son

because he had debts?

And that his plan was
to extort money,

which he clearly didn't have,
from himself?

Please, be my guest.

I'm gonna get
a two-dollar haircut

so that I look good in
the papers laughing my ass off.

Come on, Matthew.
Shame on all of you.

That was the one thing
we couldn't quite figure.

Why pull a snatch job
on a grocer's kid?

And a hundred thousand?
Why so steep?

Makes no sense.

Unless he knew
he had the money

or knew that he could get
the money.

Like from his rich father,
perhaps.

But who'd know
a thing like that?

I mean, such a well-kept secret.

Wanna take a guess,
Mr. Dodson?

Or should we call you
Mr. Baggerly?

Baggerly?

Herman is your father?

You're under arrest,
tough guy.

Happy New Year.

Might wanna hold off
on that haircut, E.B.

Now wait a minute.
Here, let me get that.

Barnes, you're not getting...

You're...

Barnes, this isn't--
Matthew?

This is not the way. Emily.
Matthew?

What is going on here?
All right. Just calm down.

Matthew?
I have to tell you

what's happened there...
Matthew?

What's-- Matthew.
E.B.: ... it's nothing
we didn't expect.

Matthew! Matthew!

He confessed?
What's the charge?

You're nailing Dodson for it?

He's going down for it?

Matthew Dodson is being held

on conspiracy
kidnapping charges,

proving once again that,
under my watch,

criminal activities
will be quickly put down

and the laws
energetically enforced

to the benefit of all.
Take it.

That's it.

Dodson. Mr. Dodson.

A woman in Missouri.

She lied to me.

My fault certainly,
but I was lied to.

I was a different man then.

So Matthew is your son?

He found me a few years ago.

We made kind of an arrangement.

He would give himself
to the Lord,

I would provide the means
to resettle him here

and start a business.

He's a God-fearing boy now.
Not without his troubles.

Like the kidnapping charge
he's up against?

He would never get involved
with anything like that.

Never? He sure lied
to the cops like a pro.

Because he was engaged
in illegal gambling

on the night in question.

Given the circumstances,
I can understand his hesitation.

They now have a witness
who saw him at home.

And you're gonna find one
that saw him rolling dice.

I assure you, Mr. Mason,

my son is incapable
of harming anyone,

let alone my grandson.

Listen to this guy.

Now, suddenly, it's "my son,"
"my grandson."

Last week,
you didn't know Matthew

from the fucking gardener.
Take it down a peg, boy-o.

You waste your money,
Mr. Baggerly, if you lie to us.

I did not lie. I do not lie.

I told you
what you needed to know.

You told us he was one
of your fellow parishioners

in your church,

not that you knocked up
his mother

in between train whistles.

And I was told that you were
a decorated serviceman.

But actually you were discharged
with a blue ticket.

A blue ticket is reserved
for undesirable servicemen.

Homosexuals and Negroes.

You're not Negro, are you?

No, I'm a quarter Welsh
and queer only once.

I heard they called you

the "Butcher of Montfaucon."

Brought before
a military tribunal.

Did I hear wrong, Mr. Mason?

We tell one another
what we need to tell

one another, do we not?

E.B.: Son, why don't you get--

I'm gonna double back
to the Dodsons'.

Check out this witness
that suddenly remembers

seeing Matthew in the alley.

So I spoke to the guy,
their witness,

a Mr. Kitt. You know him?

No, I-- Maybe.

One of your neighbors
just across the way there.

I don't socialize much.

No matter.

He said he saw Matthew

go down the side of the house

when Charlie was taken.

Which sounds worse than it is,

'cause Mr. Kitt originally
told the police he saw "a man."

Turned into "saw Matthew"
third time they leaned on him.

I suppose that's good
that he wasn't sure.

Are you sure it wasn't Matthew?
Of course I am.

It's my job to ask
these questions.

I'm only talking about
what might be possible.

You, um...

you fell asleep
in front of the fire...

listening to the radio.

It was Rudy Vallee.
Fleischmann's Yeast Hour.

I try to never miss it.

♪ When songbirds are singing ♪

♪ Heigh-Ho, everybody Heigh-Ho ♪

You like Rudy Vallee,
too?

Not really.

Just one of those things
that gets in your head,

whether you want them there
or not.

How are things
between you and Matthew?

If you wanna push stories,
Mr. Mason,

go on outside
and stand with the reporters.

Stand out there,
and shout at my windows

with the rest of them.

Matthew would never...
hurt Charlie.

Emily, whoever took your son
never meant to hurt him.

They just wanted money.

And something
went horribly wrong.

Can I offer you a cigarette?

I'd prefer
you not smoke in here,

if it's all the same to you.

Of course.

We only kept the females.

I mean,
when we were having litters.

Not that we pushed
the toms out, mind you.

We're right Catholics.

Mr. Trotter got a bucket
and drowned 'em.

It's the humane thing to do.
Of course.

Settle yourself, Sadie Mae!

Did you see anything odd

the night
Charlie disappeared?

No. Sorry.

No strangers?
No unfamiliar cars?

Just the missus
gabbing away on the phone.

You ask me,
the mister works too much.

Poor girl talks on the phone
all night,

just to have someone to talk to.
Kinda sad.

You say she was on the phone
that night?

Uh-huh.

Look, she's at it again.

Heigh-ho, everybody,
this is Rudy Vallee announcing

and directing the recording
of our radio greetings.

Heigh-ho, everybody, heigh-ho!

♪ When songbirds are singing ♪

♪ Here's all they Keep singing ♪

♪ "Heigh-Ho, everybody Heigh-ho!" ♪

♪ The breeze says Each morning ♪

♪ When daylight is dawning ♪

♪ "Heigh-Ho, everybody Heigh-ho!" ♪

♪ Every star up in the sky
Looking down here below... ♪

Go!

Come on, with me.

Please, do it.

Please.

Please do it.

Kill me. Please do it.

Flowers,
obituary composition,

casket and tombstone,
the inscriptions thereon.

It is our business
to take on every detail

so that you
and your husband...

So that you and your family

can concentrate
on the grieving at hand.

Now, we have
a variety of caskets.

Most are lined in satin,

and the embroidery
is first rate

from a seamstress in Oxnard.

Well, any of these.
This one. This one.

Ah. Might I suggest this one.

Redwood casing,
blue interior satin,

gold leaf on the pillowing

and it's available...
I'm hungry.

...in an infant's sizing.

I haven't eaten
since yesterday morning.

E.B.: You know,
there's a swell diner

down on Larchmont.

Ms. Emily, why don't you
let me handle the affairs

and Della can drive you
down there in my car.

Gentlemen. Thank you.

Gentlemen?
Yes.

Mrs. Dodson?
Mrs. Dodson?

Mrs. Dodson,
have you talked with your
husband since the arrest?

Were you drinking
the night your husband--

Do you think
your husband killed Charlie
himself?

Mrs. Dodson,
is it going to be an open casket

or are you cremating the body?
Sleep well at night, do ya?

Hey.
Get out of my way.

Odd enough, finding two dead
white folks around this way.

I mean, occasionally,
you find a stiff coal burner,

a tea head,
but that's mostly about a knife

stuck in them somewhere.

Bullets, see, that's--
that's executive murder.

That and the suitcase.

And you connected
that off the briefings?

Yes, sir.
And the hat. That sketch.

Report here mentions
a blood trail.

Yes, sir. Up the fire escape
to the roof.

Leading to what?

Nothing.
Nothing?

Yes, sir.

Could be
you got that wrong.

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

Yes, sir. Could be.

Ah. Only the,
uh, the drops of blood.

The tail on the splash
points up those stairs.

Wow, get a load
of this character.

Officer Drake here
is a detective.

Ain't that right, Officer Drake?

You a detective like me
and Sergeant Ennis?

No, sir. No.

'Cause there are
no colored detectives.

Hmm, maybe Officer Drake's
gonna be the first.

I personally
disagree with the policy.

Had me a colored mammy
as a young-'un.

Just as soon as work with
a colored detective as Ennis.

But, uh... such is life.

This is some good work, Drake.

Real good.

You haven't eaten very much.

Sorry.
No. It's okay.

I look around lately,
thinking I forgot something.

But there's nobody there to ask.

E.B. will take care
of everything.

Don't you worry.

Don't worry.

We just went casket shopping
for my son.

Excuse me.

Hold for your
connection, please.
Thank you, Operator.

Hello, Operator?
Operator?

Operator.
How may I direct your call?

Uh, yeah. My wife was just
trying to, uh, reach her doctor

but, well,
it seems she got cut off.

One moment, sir.
I'll try the line again.

Thank you kindly, ma'am.

I'm sorry, sir.

Your party doesn't seem
to be answering.

No answer?
Well, this is real important.

It's a medical situation,
you see.

I'm sorry, sir.

Well, what number
are you trying?

Sierra 3-6517.

Holy crow,
that's our own number.

No wonder we're not home.
Thank you.

Great coffee they got here, huh?

Why the hell
are you following us?

Well, E.B. wanted,
uh, to make sure,

you know,
with all the reporters, that--

You're a bad liar.
And a lousy tail.

I don't have to explain shit
to you, Della.

I'm-- I'm-- I'm working
the case. I'm doing my job.

Hey, kid,
let's get you home, okay?

Operator,
how may I direct your call?

Uh, Boyle 2-3405.

One moment, sir.

Messenger Exchange.
Dianne, it's me.

Oh, he knows
my name today!

Yes, I-- I-- Look, do you have
the reverse look-up handy?

I need a name and an address.
Sierra 3-6517.

Must feel good.
To be back.

You look quite
the stalwart around here.

I wouldn't say that.

I've seen the pictures,
heard some stories.

A lot of stories, actually.

Practically an original member.

One of the "best young men
the city contained."

Smaller city back in those days
and "best..."

has always been a relative term.

I'm sorry for, uh, catching you
out like that.

It's a big case.
Lot of pressure.

And there was
no disrespect intended.

That's why I asked
to meet with you.

Okay.
So let's hear it already.

Dodson signs a confession.
I take hanging off the table.

We pin the murder
on one of the dead guys.

That's tidy.
I like it.

Mayor likes it.
The Newshawks are gonna love it.

You took me once, Maynard.
It won't happen again.

I relish, and that's not a word
I throw around casually,

I truly relish the thought
of going into court with you.

If you are Baggerly's friend,

you should relish the chance
to save his son's life.

Matthew Dodson is innocent.

Oh, come on,
I have an eyewitness, I have--

My investigator
is currently looking

into what little you have.

This is a hanging case, E.B.,
not some gray-hair

that wants to leave
her sweaters to a cat.

Do yourself a favor,
and consider the possibility

you may be
out of your depth.

Stay as long as you want.

Have another round.
On me.

Gentlemen.

Where are we
putting Mayor Carter?

On the house
right under the balcony lip.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no.
That's not nearly close enough.

Here, we'll put him on the--
on the aisle.

I-- I believe
that's where you've sat

Mr. Clark Gable,
Mother McKeegan.

Well, he's a bread loaf
over six feet, isn't he?

He is a tall man, yes, Mother.

Well, we can't have the mayor
leaning and preening

trying to see the stage.
You'd have thought

grim circumstances would have
driven everyone away, but...

Well, who knew
we were even hosting the event.

But here we are.
And we should do this

as we do all things.
Best and better.

Elder Brown, would Mrs. Brown
be willing to part with her seat

to offer the mayor
a clear view of the stage?

Whatever accommodates.

I'll make sure
she gets a moment with Mr. Gable

before we part to the cemetery.

Perhaps it would be wise
to move the event

directly to the cemetery,
considering.

Considering what?

A member's child
is being laid to rest.

But... one is also being charged
with murder.

Kidnapping. Not murder.

And the police are in serious
error on that matter.

I merely wonder
if this is a light

too bright for our church.

My son did not do this.

He's a child of Christ's blood,
just like you and me.

Do not let the sin of his birth,

nor the fact that I kept
this shame from all of you...

Do not let it blind you.

Blessed are the mourners.

Isn't that the truest thing
you ever heard?

Mother, Brother Baggerly,
can I speak on that tomorrow?

That sounds lovely, Sister.

I'm sure
that'll bring great comfort

to all those in attendance.

Fuller Brush Man.
Get a handy new brush

for just two minutes
of your time.

That your car outside?

'Cause I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

What?

It's work.

Watch Commander say
I made a mistake.

'Cept I didn't make no mistake.
'Cept he says I did. So.

I had to change my report.

This Joe Morton?
Yeah.

You say, "Joe Morton
dumber than a bag of hammers."

That's 'cause he is dumber
than a bag of hammers.

So why'd you change it?

Baby, why do you think?

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.
Mm-hmm.

Hmm.
Mm-hmm.

Outta my face, cop.

That's Officer Drake
to you, Ms. Lip.

Hmm.

Hey, pal. No visitors

unless it's cleared downtown.
Yeah. I work
for their attorney.

I don't care
who you work for,

you get back in the truck.
Hey, stop right there.

Mrs. Dodson?
Hey. Hey.

Emily?
Hey, you feel that?

I will--
Mr. Mason?

See?
She knows me.

What's going on?
Be quiet.

You're hurting me.

Who's George Gannon?

George... Gannon?
Who's George Gannon?

I don't know anyone named--
Don't, don't, don't...

Don't do it.
He's a friend from church.

Do not-- Do not lie to me,
do not lie to me.

Who's George?

"My beautiful George,

It's been three days
since we saw each other,

but it feels
more like three years..."

He's a friend from church.

"Take me away, George.
To some island in the ocean.

And set fire to the boat
that got us there..."

Those aren't yours.

"God must want us
to be together,

or we wouldn't
be feeling this way.

I love no one
more than you, Emily."

Where's George?
George is dead.

No.

No!

No, she's lying!

I gave her a chance
to come clean, she dithered.

Now, she's letting her husband
swing for it.

Hey, you took evidence
from a crime scene!

You could lose
your license for this!

They don't have to know
where we got them.

It gets our client off.

And gets another client
the rope.

E.B.: Are you gonna
answer that?

The client is Herman Baggerly,
who's out a hundred thou,

whose wife and legitimate kids
are gonna get humiliated.

Yes. A lying dad,
with a bastard son,

and a daughter-in-law
who's a goddamn cheat.

Hmm. The holy trinity.
E.B.: You shut up.

He's a degenerate.
See?

He even used the word!

No. Don't shut up.
Tell him what you got.

I tracked down two chinks

say they were in that dice
joint with Dodson on the night.

I told you
to check out Matthew's alibi.

He was too busy
following Emily and me.

Yeah. Good thing I did.

She had nothing to do
with Charlie's murder.

Well, these letters
say different.

These letters say
she had an affair. So what?

You didn't spend the day
with her.

The woman is broken.
I got a feeling, Chief.

There's a guy on Vista Drive

with no feeling
in his fucking head...

...and Little Charlie
is about to get embalmed

over at Harte and Hanna.
So, spare me the intuition.

E.B.: Do I pay you
to answer the phone?

Yes, I do.

E.B. Jonathan's office.
How can I help you?

Cops got it half right,
it's extortion gone way wrong.

But it's not Matthew.
It's Emily

and this guy George
and the hoods he got in with.

The cops coached
the neighbor's statement.

It was George Gannon
he saw in the alley that night.

I thought you said

George was on the phone,
distracting her.

Yeah.
He-- he was.

How could he manage both?
I don't know!

Maybe he's one of the stiffs
of Central Ave!

Pulling this
outta your ass, boy-o...

Oh, that I agree with.

And you, it's "E.B.
Jonathan and Associates"

when you answer the phone!

Haven't been associates
for six years!

Ooh. You people
got some things to sort out.

I don't reimburse
for whorehouses.

What? I was tailing a guy.
I had to blend in!

E.B.: Blend in...

Look, George's place
was all wrong.

A trumped-up suicide note?
I kill my partners,

I burned the money,
I blow my head off,

'cause woe is me,
I have a guilty conscience?

You know who else has
a guilty conscience?

Percy DuMott, sophisticated man
of distinction!

Would you shut the fuck up?

You're giving me migraines,
son.

How am I supposed
to even introduce these?

How do I get 'em?

This is reasonable doubt
for Matthew.

Infidelity is not murder.

E.B.: Look, we gotta look
at what we got.

Matthew's a gambler.
Emily's a cheat.

Either of you think
they killed their kid?

No.
I don't know.

Not intentionally.

I don't suppose
you could put these

back where you found them?

You had me call it in.

Cops are probably
crawling already.

E.B.: The letters stay here.

We sit on them until I figure
the best way to use them.

Everyone hear that?
Until I figure.

Someone has to lead,
and that's me.

We're gonna need more phones.

Or an answering service.

E.B. Jonathan and Associates.

Mr. Jonathan is in
a meeting at the moment.

I can take a message.

We're ready.

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

"Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted."

Amen!
Praise be!

The words of Jesus Christ Our Lord,

from His Sermon on the Mount.

There's another name
for that part of the good book,

The Beatitudes.

And it is a beautiful thought.

"Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted."

Amen!

But how will Emily Dodson
be comforted?

This glorious mother,
who birthed the child,

who bathed the child,

who fed the child
from her body,

how do we,
Brothers and Sisters,

provide comfort for her...

when the child,
Charlie Dodson,

lies in this very box
you see before me?

I don't know if we can.

Do not misunderstand me, Emily.

You will not know
another friendless day

for the rest of your life,

and God as my witness,

may this Temple crumble
to its very foundations

if we fail you.

Yeah! Amen!

I see new faces
down in the front.

Men.

The most powerful men
in our city.

Given the best seats
in our loving home.

And just as I can't be sure
that we can offer comfort

to the mother in mourning,

I can't be sure I'll ever see
you men under our roof again.

So let me address you directly.

The Devil put Charlie Dodson
in this box.

Yes!

He flew up from hell,

walked to our streets,

and laid his violent hand
on this child's head.

Beatitudes for the day at hand.

Blessed be the police

who will gather evidence
against the Devil.

Yes!

Blessed be the attorneys

who will prosecute the Devil.

Amen!

Blessed be the jury
who will convict the Devil.

Blessed be the judge
who will sentence the Devil.

Yes!

Blessed be the hangman

who will snap
this Devil's neck.

Yes!

Blessed be the gravediggers
who will bury the Devil

a thousand feet deep,

and blessed be the worms
who will eat this Devil's flesh

and disappear it
from the earth.

This is the work of the Lord.

You do this work
for little Charlie Dodson.

♪ Immortal, Invisible ♪

♪ God Only Wise ♪

♪ In light inaccessible ♪

♪ Hid from our eyes ♪

♪ Most blessed... ♪

What was that?

♪ The Ancient of Days ♪

♪ Almighty, victorious ♪

♪ Of goodness and love ♪

♪ To all life Thou givest ♪

♪ To both great and small ♪

♪ In all life Thou livest ♪

♪ The true life of all ♪

♪ We blossom and flourish ♪

♪ As leaves on the tree ♪

♪ And wither and perish ♪

♪ But naught changeth Thee ♪

Excuse me, officers.
Let go of...

Emily Dodson,
you're under arrest

for the conspiracy kidnapping
of Charlie Dodson.

No.
Come with us, ma'am.

No.
Let go of her!

No. No. No.
Get your hands off her.

Help me!
Help me! Help me!

Charlie!

Please.
Please don't do this!

Please don't do this!

Charlie!
Get back.

Please.
Give me one minute.

Charlie!

Charlie!
Please don't do this.

Please.

Charlie!

Please, don't do this!
Please, don't!

My baby.

♪ Save the last dance for me Sweetheart ♪

♪ Give me one chance Before we part... ♪

One coffee,

one cold tea.

It was the right call, son.
Believe me.

We'll get Matthew out
before lunchtime tomorrow.

Baggerly stays happy.
We stay in the fight.

Infidelity is not murder...

How's that?

It's what Della said.
It's still in my head.

They already arrested
the wrong guy.

Now they're stuck
with a church choir housewife

part of a kidnapping
ring out of Milwaukee?

Can't see that holding,
even if she did do it.

He thinks
I'm last night's eggs.

Thinks he's playing me.
You watch.

We're gonna run him over
like a streetcar.

They shoulda let her
see the kid get buried.

E.B.: Oh, they said they would.

But who tells the truth
anymore?

I don't like it here.

We do what we don't like

when there's a greater good
to be served.

You more than anyone
should know that.

You know
how many different types

of thread there are
in the city?

You'll find it, boy-o.

That's the kind of thing
you're good at.

♪ When Jesus was around here ♪

♪ On this land ♪

♪ He certainly did do His Father's command ♪

♪ Because He knew that
He was his Father's only son ♪

♪ He came to draw Men unto Him ♪

♪ Oh lift Him up that's all
Lift Him up in His word ♪

♪ If you'll tell the Name
Of Jesus everywhere ♪

♪ If you'll keep His Name A ringing ♪

♪ Everywhere that you go ♪

♪ He will draw men unto Him ♪

♪ When Jesus met the woman At Jakob's well ♪

♪ He certainly did have
A sweet message to tell ♪

♪ The woman commenced wondering
Because she seen He was a Jew ♪

♪ He came to draw men Unto Him... ♪

♪ Come and see a man ♪

♪ Who told me All that I had done ♪

♪ Is this not the messenger
Which is called Christ? ♪

♪ He came to draw Men unto Him ♪

♪ Oh lift Him up that's all ♪

♪ Lift Him up in His word ♪

♪ If you'll tell the Name
Of Jesus everywhere ♪

♪ If you'll keep His Name a ringing ♪

♪ Everywhere that you go ♪

♪ He will draw men unto Him ♪

Gas! Gas!
Gas! Gas!

Get back to our side!

What the fuck are you doing?
Now!

Captain...
Forgive me.

♪ ...Only knew the gift of God ♪

♪ I came to draw men unto me ♪

♪ Oh lift Him up, that is all ♪

♪ Lift Him up in His word ♪

♪ If you'll tell the Name
Of Jesus everywhere ♪

♪ If you'll keep His Name A ringing ♪

♪ Everywhere that you go ♪

♪ He will draw men unto Him ♪

♪ Oh lift Him up that's all ♪

♪ Lift Him up in His word ♪

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We had a murderer
amongst us.

She laid with that man.

Why did God have me meet George?

Emily Dodson
is charged with conspiracy.

I proved Matthew innocent
and shall do the same for Emily.

What the hell is that?

I can shut this down
in a heartbeat.

Detectives don't play fair.

I got a bunch of your reports.

Not one of them reads like
that kidnapping write-up.

Open that door!

You saw something
and you know it.

Detectives!

This one's really got its hooks
in me.