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Emily Dodson you're under arrest for the conspiracy kidnapping

of Charlie Dodson.

How does your client plead?

Guilty.

She said not guilty!

Not guilty, Your Honor!

You didn't kill your baby.

Bad men did that.

You really think Emily was a part of it?

She laid with the man

that murdered your son.

What is it, Della?

It's from Mr. Baggerly.

I think we got fired.

Sometimes I think this is no longer my world.

I've been looking for you.

Down in the alley

I found dried blood and this.

What was George's body even doing over at county?

Did she kidnap little Charlie, or did something else happen?

Who killed you, George?

Are we gonna be expecting another surprise?

Do you hear the voices?

You don't have to worry about Charlie Dodson.

I'm going to resurrect him.

We wanted Sister to know

how much she's in our thoughts.

We've rented a pew for, gosh, how many years now?

Oh, since before Gloria was born.

Row 14. Oh.

There's 50 of us that chip in, we're all big tithers.

Sister's heart will be warmed.

"Each one must give as he has decided

in his heart, for God loves a cheerful giver."

Second Corinthians. Memorized the whole thing.

Remarkable.

Sister, some visitors to brighten your day.

Nice of you folks to look in on me.

We're lost without you, Sister, and we miss you.

Well, I'll be back on my feet in no time.

That's a promise.

What have you got there, sweetheart?

Don't be shy.

Do you like sweets, Sister?

I would eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if I could.

Me too.

Maybe we split some? Right now? What do you say?

The fear of the Lord is hatred of evil.

Pride and arrogance and perverted speech! Oh, God!

Sister, come. Come. The Lord rebukes you.

The God of Peace will crush you.

Today of all days.

Shit.

And now, we're bringing people back from the dead.

Perhaps I should announce my love of communism

to finish the icing on this lovely cake.

At least you're not the one on trial.

I am 100 percent the one on trial.

That's what it means to be a defense attorney

in this town.

When did you leave Emily? 6:00 this morning.

She was too scared to sleep

and certainly bruised enough to press charges

on those bastards. What's my day?

Writing time, promotions on discovery,

suppression of statements, and 1:00 p.m. interview

with the Beverly Hills Post-- First thing's first.

Let's see Judge Wright for bail reduction.

Great, and we can follow that by filing a formal complaint

with the police commissioner. Cops investigating cops?

That's a trip for biscuits.

Well, then, we can file a civil suit

for excessive force, police misconduct--

Della, the actions of the police are a golden arrow

in my quiver. They brutalized her, E.B.

My goal, our goal, remains securing Emily's release,

pending trial.

Now, there are several avenues that I can pursue

to achieve that end.

But police thuggery, we save for a judge and jury.

They smacked her around like a ragdoll.

Mr. Jonathan's secretary has an imagination.

Bring Emily in, Your Honor. See for yourself.

It's jail.

Maybe the girl got roughed up, but it wasn't by my detectives.

Detectives? Those men are savages.

If you want a bail change,

you need to show me a change in circumstances.

My client is in imminent danger.

They tried to beat a confession out of her.

Because your case

is a bar of hand soap

shrinking into nothing every hour.

My case against Emily Dodson is stronger today than it was

just a few days ago. Soap.

Matthew Dodson is cooperating with us.

What? He's waving spousal privilege,

and is prepared to testify against her.

That-- That's news to me.

Well, Mr. Dodson contacted us just this morning.

You'll have his cooperation agreement

by this afternoon.

I'm ordering the D.A. to move Mrs. Dodson

to protective custody. Thank you, Your Honor.

Only E.B. and his people are allowed near her

and Maynard,

if I hear your detectives are trying any shenanigans

with that girl, you're gonna have a big problem with me.

Bail stays the same. No.

I'll make sure the baby killer is comfortable.

If you'll excuse me, I have a case to prepare.

Oliver, is it me?

Or was there a time when Fred here

wouldn't stand for this type of show

from the district attorney?

Young man's game, E.B.

Even the great Mr. Holmes is retiring next week.

He's 90.

I've got 16 years on him.

This was you guys?

Sure was. Wow.

Should I show him Chubby's shoe?

His shoe? Show him the shoe.

Wow, that is some shoe.

Hit me right in the noggin. Have another pull there, Virg.

Here you go.

Oh, you guys have all the good stories.

When I tell stories about work, folks wanna run out of the room.

Not us, we love your stories.

Private detective,

that's-- that's adventure...

...danger, excitement.

What'd I say?

You don't wanna know.

Muchas gracias.

Secret password.

Wow.

Watch out for planes.

Welcome. There are--

There are planes out there.

I thought you lived on a farm.

It is a farm. Hey, sit down.

Where are the chickens? Chickens is a good idea.

You get eggs, you get meat. Sit.

So, Virg, there's something I wanna show ya.

Is it, um, pornography?

No.

It's just that...

you guys tell all these stories about...

clandestine meetings and tailing dames and...

cheating wives.

Well, I-- I could go get some if you want, Virg.

Pale formaldehyde. dead, putrid bodies

and the monotony of existence

does a number on a man's virility.

You know, I can relate to Mr. Carmichael.

You know, for him, it's food.

For others, it could be...

imagining you're just a few inches tall,

and the woman hides you away in her purse.

Why don't I show you that thing I was gonna show you?

Ta da!

That's a dead body.

I told you he was an expert.

Holy cow, that's-- Meet George Gannon.

But you-- you stole a body.

Hmm, just this one.

Look, I can't be here.

Virg, Virg. Virgil! Virgil!

George Gannon didn't ice those stiffs on Central Ave,

and he didn't run home and blow his own head off.

Nope.

Well, how do you know? Show him.

Because of this.

This denture was found in an alleyway

behind that apartment building.

It fits perfectly in Mr. Gannon's mouth here.

And I'm no expert like you are, but that's a bullet hole

in his shoulder and a hip that don't look right.

We think George was murdered that night with the others.

You guys are breaking so many laws right now.

That's-- That's how you get all the good stories, Virg.

We need you to give George here a proper autopsy

because the police report is a fairytale,

and you're gonna help me prove that.

But you stole his body from the county coroner.

I can't just write another autopsy

in your-- your-- your pioneer root cellar.

And Jesus Christ, you stole a body

from Frank A. Nance. I mean, who does that?

Frank Nance fucked up.

He fucked up, Virg. He was-- He was told to fuck up.

Now, I need you-- I need you to be the hero

that makes this right. No, I don't wanna be a hero.

Yes, you do! Oh, God, Mason, please.

Don't do this to me.

You guys said we were gonna have fun.

Well...

Ain't we having fun, Virg? Right?

Let's go upstairs.

We'll get a bottle.

And you can tell us more about you

being in a lady's purse.

When we study law, we are studying not a mystery,

but a profession.

The reason why it is a profession,

it is, uh...

Della, did you get a hold of National City?

4:00 p.m.

And it is Howard Brown?

Uh, a Mr. Tod Robbins. Howard Brown wasn't available.

Who the hell is Tod Robbins? Um.

"The reason it is a profession," Oliver Wendell Holmes?

I came to this little pueblo about a year

before he ascended to the Supreme Court.

Oh. Since that time,

Justice Holmes has distinguished himself as...

the nation's foremost jurist

and Los Angeles has disgraced itself

as a Gomorrah where truth is bought

and sold like the head of a-- of a... rutabaga.

What are you waving about?

He just wants me out of the picture, Chief.

This is why I have taken up the cause of Emily Dodson.

When a state aims its annihilating power

against a mere individual, who will stand up against it?

Who will defend the defenseless?

Who will fight for justice against a heartless expediency?

This is what your readers need to know.

Yes, of course. Uh...

Something else our readers would like to know.

Where do you go to eat when you have a night out?

I am fond of the French dip at Phillipe's.

From a medical perspective,

what occurred on stage was an epileptic seizure.

The sister has a history of these episodes.

And they can be treated with a program of bromides

or Luminal.

But they won't do much good without rest and relaxation.

Otherwise, you're asking for a recurrence.

How long before she can return to work?

Several weeks. Oh.

I cannot allow her to resume the schedule she was on.

Dr. Bundy, you do not have that authority.

We-- We appreciate your observation--

Her schedule is what brought about--

Sister has had these episodes before,

and she's risen stronger each time.

In the meantime, we need to tighten security

around the mansion.

And I will lead the temple in worship.

No offense, Birdy, but...

you're not the orator your daughter is...

nor are you the one to walk back the heresy

that went out on the wire.

Heresy?

We're not running a tent revival anymore.

We've scaled back the speaking in tongues and miracle healings.

Let's leave raising the dead to Christ our Father.

The ramifications of this latest message,

the Sister's unavailability, threatens the financial health

of the assembly and every elder in this room.

Wouldn't you agree, Herman?

No one has lost more than me.

A hundred thousand dollars burned in a chimney

by conspirators...

one of which our church publicly supports.

Brother Herman, it has not escaped my notice

that you vacated your seat on stage for the pews.

It's a wonder I'm still in the building.

I know it's-- it's been a challenging time.

But a faith untested is a-- You do not know.

Offense is taken every time the Sister speaks

for my Matthew's harlot wife.

I won't go on playing the rube.

This church can no longer afford to teeter on the whims

of hysterical women.

We need to prepare a statement

renouncing what the Sister promised under her seizure.

Sister receives messages from God.

Those messages are the bedrock of our church.

Absurdity! The cruelty...

of suggesting that she could bring the child

back from the dead.

You cannot pick and choose which messages to believe

based on your convenience.

We decided this as a group.

Away from hysterical women.

You will censor the Sister,

or the spigot will be turned off.

I'm afraid it's not a discussion, Mother McKeegan.

Elder Brown will lead worship.

I'll advise Sister of your recommendations

when she's regained her strength.

I've reviewed your situation,

taking into consideration the entirety of your--

your holdings.

That's your savings, stocks, and bonds.

Didn't fare too poorly in the crash, considering.

No, sir. Not at all.

We also looked at your income,

income sources, potential collateral.

Meaning my house?

Three mortgages on it, yes.

Your car, all of that.

It is my unfortunate duty to inform you that...

twenty-five thousand is simply not a number we would be...

comfortable with.

I'm sorry?

You see, the numbers here do not add up

nearly close enough-- I asked...

to meet with Howard Brown.

As I mentioned, Howard is no longer with us.

He and his wife moved to Carpinteria,

for the air, I think. Son,

I've got a lot of years with this bank.

Put in a call to Howard.

I spoke with the branch manager, sir.

And he also regrets to inform you--

Are you saying I'm not good for it?

That my loyalty, that my word, and my relationship

with this institution, with Howard--

I'm only asking for a goddamn measly loan.

A four-month loan.

I understand that, Mr. Jonathan.

I've got my savings.

Your savings are propping up your law office,

and your mortgages--

Why didn't you tell me the office was under water?

Mind your damn business.

...Warner Brothers Studios.

And now, to draw to a close, a very stirring number

with a dazzling...

Have you considered where your eternal remains

will be laid to rest, Miss. Prystock?

Not terribly much, Mr. Fogg.

Then allow me to extoll

the sylvan virtues of Forest Lawn,

set amidst the undisturbed nature of Glendale.

Sylvan virtues, he says.

Three hundred acres, forever tranquil,

with very reasonable monthly payments

and headstones carved in red Italian marble.

Hmm, someone looks ready for burial right now.

Long day.

Locking lips with Chubby Carmichael, were ya?

No, goodness.

He's a married man, Della. You should know better.

What's a dead man want with red marble, Mr. Fogg?

To memorialize a life well lived, of course.

Is this-- Cod, from the genus Gadus,

creamed beyond recognition.

When you check yourself into the Biltmore,

you can make your food requests known.

He didn't mean anything by it, June. See?

You get your Mrs. Emily out?

Take a load off, Dell.

I'm gonna take it upstairs...

pretend I'm still a kid back home

and anything is possible.

It's the Santa Ana. There's no Santa Ana.

You feel it, don't you? Leave the kid out of it.

Go spot the ball, huh?

Five bucks says I could bean him from here.

Hey, cut it out now. Oh, man, that guy.

See those pictures in the paper?

Uh, is it me or does printing a black bar

over your jimmy make it look worse?

What the hell's up now?

Hey, kid, those are Tommy Armour specials.

Kid!

Oh! Oh, God.

Oh, smells like someone had quite a night.

Unless you're working on Old Overholt himself.

I wish I could pull my own brain out.

It's killing me.

Oh, I'd offer you an eye-opener, but they...

tell me drink's illegal.

God love you.

Someone has to.

What do we got here?

John Doe,

found him in a sand trap with his head blown off.

Naked.

Those fuckers!

Golf course? We had to make sure

it was the right place so that he would end up

on Virgil's slab.

So, what it means, E.B., is that you now get

a second official autopsy on the same body,

but this one will have a shattered left hip,

and a bullet wound in the shoulder.

And that means what, again?

You try shifting gears in New Year's traffic

with a bum arm and no left hip.

Oh, I got a client who wants to tell the whole world

she's guilty.

I went from Herman Baggerly to working pro bono.

And now this.

This is a huge, huge break.

Drake gave us the dentures, he told us the blood trail

went up the fire escape, not down.

We figured George got plugged

with the two Polacks, tried to escape via the hallway,

via the roof... And got the heave-ho

off the building by the actual killer.

You're saying there's a fourth man?

There was a fourth man in the room.

It was the two Polacks, George...

E.B. : And who? I don't know that yet.

And this Drake, he's gonna testify to all this?

Not a chance. Police already made

their evidence fit the story.

Which pins it all on Gannon.

But we know he was already dead in the alleyway.

How am I gonna get this into evidence?

That's what you're so good at. And it's the truth.

The truth won't move wind chimes.

I need more than this.

We'll get you more.

All right.

With the caveat that we never had this conversation,

tell it to me one more time. Load my lips.

George Gannon did not kill himself.

There was a fourth man.

There's a fourth man. A baby-killer on the loose.

How's that for a headline?

Of course, I'm not going in that direction,

but I did think that I owe you a taste of what we've dug up.

Just so that you have a chance to save some face.

Professional courtesy.

Always the gentleman, E.B.

George Gannon did not commit suicide.

The suicide note was donkey dust.

The crime scene was staged.

By this fourth man. Fourth man.

That's right. Not sure of his identity yet.

But with the information I have right here

and the investigative powers of your office,

we'll get to the bottom of this mess forthwith.

And in return for this courtesy?

Drop the charges against my client.

What do you got in there?

Drop the charges, I'll lift the latch.

Short of that, the particulars need to stay with me.

I have a legal duty to my client, Emily Dodson.

Are you enjoying this, E.B.?

I am, Mr. District Attorney.

Let's relish it then, huh?

Let's remember this feeling of victory, huh?

Now, what are--

what are your legal duties to Quentin Bates?

Quentin Bates? Or Birch Corp,

or Walter Thompson.

Let's see. Foster's Tool and Dye.

Who?

What about your legal duties to Stella Chrome?

You know former clients of mine, congratulations.

You stole from those clients to keep from going under.

That's an outright lie.

You sure you wanna stand by that? It's all right here,

with the particulars, as you put it.

I never stole from my clients. I paid back every penny.

Misappropriated client escrow funds,

that's grand larceny under the law.

We all hit hard times before the war.

Everyone's moved a little something.

Oh, come on.

Let's hope the bar association footnotes that fact

in your disbarment order.

There's no way you'd be dredging up old ghosts

if you had a solid case. No way. My boy Mason's right.

You got three options here.

Plead Emily Dodson out, take the case to trail,

or get yourself disbarred,

and that's the kind of news that makes the cover

of the Law Journal, kid.

She's innocent.

This goes out on Friday noon.

You let me know.

There's the door.

♪ Every time I ♪

♪ Feel this feeling ♪

♪ Moving in my heart... ♪

That's enough. No.

You're not on the pulpit now,

it's enough when I say it's enough.

Oh, come on. Don't be a brat. You don't listen.

No, that's your problem, daughter.

Sister. Daughter.

We had an agreement about Emily Dodson.

God thought otherwise. Oh, stop with that.

I sent everyone downstairs, it's just us.

Do you hear that singing?

Yes, it's your audience,

come to keep vigil.

Half of them wanna kiss your feet.

The other half wanna kill you.

We've got bodyguards in the living room.

Reporters climbing in windows. Elder Brown licking his chops.

How am I to make this right?

That's not your job.

That's all my job is...

letting you run wild on our stage.

And I run myself sick chasing your revelations.

What was true in the Bible will be true again.

Oh, come on. I came up with that.

You-- You had an episode. You misspoke.

I did not.

It was real, Mama.

You misheard.

Did I mishear him in Oklahoma?

He speaks, we do. You said that.

You think I want this, Mama?

Do you think I want God in my head?

You have a gift. You have a spirit

that moves people,

changes people, saves people.

Don't let your vanity squander it.

And if you truly believe God told you to do this,

then you get his attention back.

And you tell him it can't be done.

But it was-- No, because it can't.

A box full of snakes from our own people.

You-- You--

You have to let me protect you.

You have to let me be your mother.

Hmm?

He's a what? Civil rights attorney.

He's suing the police department for joining a vigilante mob

that dragged him out out of his hotel.

Write it up and bother me later.

Frank. Hey, Maynard.

Get the fuck out. I'm peeing.

Pinch it off, stand outside,

make sure no one comes in. Now.

Frank. Yeah.

Did you wash your hands?

What level of fuck-up am I looking at on

People V. Dodson?

Detective Holcomb, is it some...

standard ground-floor form?

You and-- you and junior here

give a little help with the crime scene?

With all respect, sir, I got no idea

what you're talking about. Who killed Charlie Dodson?

Uh, hard to say. Uh...

George Gannon, one of the other two mugs.

If you want us to get specific, we can do that.

Yeah. I want you to be specific

'cause I got Oliver Wendell Jonathan

blowing some fourth man smoke in my face.

Why would he do that?

'Cause he's desperate and got no case.

If we'd had another 30 minutes, you'd have a confession.

Thirty minutes? You had three fucking days, detective!

Couldn't break a fucking housewife!

You arrested the wrong fucking guy.

It was your office, sir,

that pushed us to arrest Mathew Dodson.

That's on you.

Detective Holcomb here has done some ace work.

Dodson's lawyer ain't got shit.

Says his guy knows different.

Who, Perry Mason? He's a bum. Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Only a bum would hire him.

There's no fourth man,

and the housewife, she knew plenty.

It's tight, sir.

Yeah. It ain't that tight,

and it sure as fuck ain't "ace work."

You better pray E.B.'s bum

ain't playing this better than you are.

Linda, you're-- you're right. You're ab--

You're absolutely in the right, again.

I-- I-- I shouldn't--

I shouldn't have yelled. But if you had just paid

the two cents, he could have--

Don't start that again, okay, Perry?

I'm-- I'm not. I'm-- I'm absolutely not.

I'm-- look, I am-- I am so sorry.

He just walked in. You wanna talk to him?

Yes, please. Thank you, Linda.

Honey, your dad is on the phone.

Hi, Dad. Hey, Theodore.

Come on, Dad.

I know. I know. It's Teddy.

Hey, did you get the truck? I-- I am so sorry

that it came after Christmas. I didn't--

I didn't put enough stamps on it.

You know how dumb I can be sometimes.

That's okay.

Did you like it?

No one really plays trucks anymore.

What I really want is a ball glove,

the Eddie Collins one.

Eddie Collins, huh?

He plays second base, just like me.

Okay. Well, you know, I'll--I'll--

You like pictures of my cock, you son of a bitch!

You like sneaking around,

shitting on people's lives?

I'll knock your fucking balls outta your ears.

Dad? Are you there? You fucking louse.

Are you still there?

And you owe me a wingtip.

Fucking milkmaid.

Dad? Hello? You still there?

I filed those motions, Chief.

Clerk said he'd have them in front of the judge

in the morning...

Newshawks were camped--

I need every file we've got from '15 through '18.

What are you looking for?

Just get them all. They're not here!

Well, we-- we moved some of our older records

to your basement. My basement?

That's your idea of a filing system?

My filing system started in 1924,

and it's pristine. And you can stop yelling

'cause I'm six feet away from you

and my ears are working just fine.

I-- I just need you to do your job.

And how do you figure I'm not?

I figure that if you spend less time

sharpening that caustic attitude you've mistaken

for attractive and more time organizing,

then we wouldn't be having this conversation.

Maybe you didn't hear me when I first came in.

The motions I prepared for you, that you signed unread,

those were filed.

The precedent that you couldn't find for Emily, here it is.

I'll mark it with this dry-cleaning receipt

for your court suits,

which are hanging in your closet.

I hope it helps. 'Cause what won't help

the only client you currently have,

a client who is rotting in jail right now...

I know quite well what's going on. ...is the file for

Foster's Tool and Dye... Did you see the name on that door?

...signed in 1916. I'm the lawyer here.

Then act like one, goddammit.

And that may be your name, but those associates,

that's me.

Drive yourself home.

Hand me a cigarette, would you?

This hurt?

Mm-hmm.

What about this? Yeah.

And this?

Why you do that job, papi?

Maybe you're not so good at it anymore.

Fat-ass snuck up on me.

Sell me the house, papi, give your face a vacation.

Seven thousand?

This is my parents' house.

I was born here.

This is the room I shared with my brother.

We're actually on his bed.

One night he snuck out of that door,

and he never came back.

I lived in that little boarded-up house outside

with my wife.

My son was born there.

I'm the only one left.

Everyone else is gone.

And I never even liked it all that much.

So?

So...

I sell you this...

this house and you plow it under...

Hmm.

Well, who's gonna know the Masons even existed?

Once you're gone, you're gone.

Whoever you are.

Sister Alice McKeegan would disagree.

Who? Crazy preacher lady?

Mm-hmm.

No, no. Nobody's bringing me back from the grave.

Why not? Uh-uh.

Just means more screwing, flying, and drinking.

What's wrong with that?

Not the same thing.

Los muertos.

They know things you shouldn't know about.

Like who killed them?

This case is getting to you.

You have a little dark halo around your head.

You don't see it.

I see it.

I'm just gonna put my head here for a minute, then I go.

These floorboards,

they do squeak something awful.

You had a day, did you?

The Dodson girl?

Who needs proof she even did anything?

They'd stone her at the edge of town tomorrow if they could.

Papers say she had a thing with one of the kidnappers.

Well, imagine where we'd all be if they could hang you

for who you fuck?

Oh, my stars.

Such language, Miss Street.

I am so angry.

I don't know where to put it.

Do I get you till sun up?

I'm taking the day off.

Son of a bitch can see how things go without me.

How are Myrna's hands?

Better than the rest of me.

What? It's just me.

Della, can you get that? She's not here.

E.B. Jonathan & Associates.

Uh, yes, hold on.

D.A.'s office.

He's away from his desk right now. Can I take a message?

No, no, just hang up. Hang it up.

You know if we have that interview with Matthew,

the one the detectives did at his house?

Something Matthew said, I need it.

I slept in my shoes, goddammit.

Something about the guy on the phone

and the bag and what he said to Matthew.

Where is Della?

How should I know?

Oh, goddammit.

My feet swell at night, hurts like a hemorrhoid.

I wouldn't know.

You will, you will goddamn know.

Got it.

And you'll wake up with a nose hair

the length of your arm,

half your friends in the cemetery,

and a million strangers in the street.

Can you... just...

Yeah. Sure.

How old were you when we first met?

How old were you?

Oh, I was still in the office on Winston Street,

between a blacksmith and a saddlery.

That's a growing business.

Your father showed up in the most clapped-out

buckboard I'd ever seen.

A nag, and it looked like death should be riding it.

Yeah, Pa could be rough on the horses.

Yeah, a fence line dispute.

All he had was a few scraps of paper and a copy

of what he thought was a land grant

from the King of Spain.

His son beside him on the seat.

He wanted me to see what a man who worked

behind a desk looked like.

What does he look like?

Good as ever.

You all right?

I may have over served myself, boy-o.

Well, I got the latest thing for a hangover.

Second autopsy, official.

Oh? They'll crap themselves when they figure out it's George.

Blacksmiths and saddleries...

You mind if I retrace some of my steps today?

I think I can get you some of that "more" you were asking for.

You do that, son.

You get all the answers.

Here's the speech approved by the elders.

We love you, Sister Alice.

I wish to thank all the good people

who sent food, flowers, and prayers these past days.

They have had their effect.

Can't hear you.

I will be returning to the temple

before you can blink

or burn a sheet of cookies. Can't hear you.

I can't hear you.

I wish to thank Elder Brown for his powerful leadership

in my absence.

And when I return, I have promised him...

I can't hear you at all. ...and our wise--

I have promised him and our wise elders to refocus my energies

on the good works of our ministry.

And the ever present--

I can't hear you, Sister.

Excuse me, brothers, I can't talk behind a wall.

Part the seas, friends.

What I have to tell you is hard.

Hard for me to say and hard for you to hear.

I thought God wished to use me as a vessel

to give the world a gift of...

life, of...

hope...

of resurrection.

But I see now, it was my ignorance...

my pride...

my arrogant, sinful pride.

Brothers and sisters, I-- Prepare the way.

Prepare the way! Prepare the way!

Prepare the way! Prepare the way!

Prepare the way. Let me go!

This is for Charlie.

He'll be cold when he comes back.

Please.

Emily Dodson is innocent.

Charlie Dodson is in Purgatory.

And by these hands,

this year of our Lord, 1932, in the City of Angels,

on Easter Sunday,

Charlie Dodson will rise again! Daughter...

What is true in the Bible will be true again.

Blasphemer! Blasphemer!

Blasphemer!

Blasphemer!

Blasphemer!

Blasphemer!

Blasphemer!

Blasphemer!

Yup.

Here's the desk.

So? This is it?

Well, you can see most of the room from here,

so it's either this one or the one next door...

We ain't gonna dirty the towels.

So, he's on the phone,

eyes on Matthew and Emily the whole time.

When the guy says, "Put the suitcase on the desk,"

Matthew says, "Not until I see my son."

So here comes Angel's Flight.

And Mr. Black Hat has Charlie.

So he takes him for a ride down past the Dodsons.

Gives him a peek of the kid.

And they buy it 'cause his eyes are sewn open.

They leave the cash, go down and get their son.

Extree! Extree! The latest on the Dodson case!

Black Hat leaves Charlie on board.

Then he jumps in the Phaeton.

Side-swiping the trolley, running up toward 5th.

So that's one guy on the phone, one holding the kid,

one driving the vehicle. Three guys, three stiffs.

According to the cops, that's it.

Except we know there's a fourth.

Most likely in the wind.

If you're gonna run,

why go to all that effort with George?

Drive him across town, you fake the suicide.

Type the note,

supposedly burn the cash.

You do it because you want the trail to stop.

The fourth guy set it up so no one's looking for him.

'Cause no one is.

Except us.

So where the fuck is he?

When can I go home?

Mr. Jonathan...

Uh, well, that's what I need to talk to you about.

Emily, yours is...

a complicated case.

I didn't do anything.

Well, I know that.

I believe that.

But anything...

I would have to quibble with that word, Emily.

Anything.

You had an affair with the man who masterminded

the kidnapping and the murdering of your son.

You lied to the police about being asleep.

Uh, they get very motivated when you lie to them.

Now, a jury of 12 is gonna hear this,

and they will not believe you as I believe you.

And I do believe you.

You have to understand that, Emily.

Miss Street said that Mr. Mason

was coming up with a lot of evidence.

Well, Mr. Mason's evidence is coming up short.

My job...

my sworn duty...

is to get the best result for my client.

And sometimes, that means--

sometimes...

in the face of-- of accusations,

however baseless--

Are we going to lose?

I think...

I know that I can get you a reduced sentence.

T-- T-- Twenty years, tops,

and as harsh as that may sound--

You want me to say that I'm guilty?

I...

There's a place...

in a town called Chino.

It-- It's for women only.

I'm told that it's quite acceptable.

Twenty years?

Mr. Jonathan.

When the state, Emily--

The power of the state wants to crush you,

no matter how minor your transgression

might seem to be.

It--

No.

No, we won't do this.

Will we?

You're gonna fight.

Because I believe in you, yes?

You're gonna fight.

Let me hear you say it.

I am-- I am going to fight.

G-- Good girl.

And you are gonna help me, aren't you?

I promise. I'll do what's best.

Uh, will you open up here, please?

There is no way you can get off the phone there

and make it all the way over here before Emily

is screaming for the cops.

What's the hurry?

Everybody's looking at the dead kid.

Could have strolled. Stopped for tea even.

These guys are looking at a murder rap.

Had every detail thought out.

They're not risking a long walk into a hornet's nest.

So maybe our fourth guy, he's-- he's waiting nearby.

Matthew leaves the money just sitting here,

the room is empty,

and this guy, this fourth fucking guy,

just has to reach in,

grab the suitcase and...

Head thatta way.

Out to Hill Street, toward the screaming mother

and gathering crowds.

That seem likely to you?

Not entirely.

Or through this building out the back.

Vanishing like the blush of innocence.

What? Something I read.

After you, Mr. Keats.

Used to be pretty much full,

business types, mostly, before the crash anyways.

And you should know I was thanking God

this here a short building on that day.

Ain't wanting to clean up after no splattered money men.

Did have a hanging though in 215, used his belt.

This the only way out the back?

Right through this door here, yes, sir.

What the hell is that?

Skyway.

Connects this building with the Elk's Club there.

I suppose you can get out that way.

If you had a mind to.

How do, friends?

Can't quite place your faces.

Visiting members?

Actually, we was thinking about joining up.

Might we look around some?

Go ahead. We're all brothers here.

Brotherly love.

Fidelity, charity, and justice.

Our cardinal virtues.

Believe those, and you're practically an Elk.

The fidelity one, that a deal breaker?

It's the poor little ones.

Do you mind if we...?

Please. Thank you.

♪ Where you are ♪

♪ Someone far from harbor You may guide across the bar ♪

♪ Brighten the corner Where you are ♪

Well, isn't that the real Angel's Flight?

Let's hear it, friends.

I know we all want to do whatever we can

for these kids.

And nothing's better for a sickly disposition

than fresh air and sunshine.

But before we send them up to Big Bear for the summer,

we need to raise the cash.

Now...

I have here a dandy set of gold-plated antlers

that any Elk will be proud of.

What can you bid?

Got one here!

Two! Three.

I have three. Do I hear four?

Can I hear four?

Three-fifty.

Three-fifty.

Do I hear four?

Four! I didn't know you cared.

4.25. My nine-year-old's on the left with the braids.

Four and a half. The hell you doing here?

Just looking for justice.

Charity. Can I count on you support?

Oh, you don't get my vote.

Not much brotherly love,

but a lot of coincidence.

Oh, how's that?

You, member of this lodge, one building over

from where the kidnappers staked out.

I'm here two or three times a week, pal.

It's my social club. That's why I'm social.

Were you here that night? I don't know.

Run me in and find out.

Would you hold up as well as Emily Dodson?

You're like every amateur dick I ever met.

Think you caught a fish, all you done is hook your own ass.

Oh, no, I'm too stupid to think I'm right.

Nine dollars. I have nine.

Do I hear ten?

Ten?

Nine going once.

Twice.

Sold!

Thank you, brother.

I hope she has a great summer.

Next, we have a silver loving cup,

beautifully engraved with a majestic bull elk.

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We have promising evidence coming in.

You're being railroaded, Emily, and it's wrong.

But I can help you.

Look, I'm on the Dodson case.

This guy, Joe Ennis? Things ain't adding up.

Let's you and me have a talk.

The age of miracles is here again!

Can I be saved, sister?

You're here for a reason. You and me both.

Stashing evidence, hidden secrets...

Just how illegal is this?

The way I see it, there's what's legal

and there's what's right.