Perry Mason (2020) s01e02 Episode Script

Fix bayonets!
Fix bayonets!
Fix bayonets. Let's go.
Watch your points.
Come on, make ready.
- Look alive, stay alive.
- Yes, sir.
Close in, close in.
Make ready.
Make ready!
Get ready.
Stay close.
Edendale!
Follow me.
Hit the line!
Hit the line!
Come on!
Follow me, boys!
- Mason.
- Happy New Year.
Says you.
Yeah. 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.
Yes, right! Amen!
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
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?
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,
welcome those virtues in.
I wanna see those plates piled so high.
I want to see those buckets brimming.
- Oh, are they here?
- Oh, 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. Sit.
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?
It'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's good money here.
You said that last time when
$600 turned into $1.
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 $23.
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 were you last night?
Where were you?
Throwing all my stuff out there.
You're throwing my stuff out
here on the street, Letitia?
You lying. 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.
- Get back.
- 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 wasn't 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?
So why don't you
just give me that?
Day for fresh starts.
Ain't nothing ever 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.
- Officer Drake. Officer Drake.
- Motherfucker.
Step on back now
unless you want some too.
The hell you playing at?
Officer Drake,
there's something you gotta see.
Straight on. 206.
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 a church,
for God's sake?
There's a process, Detective.
You're to notify his counsel.
- 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 does 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 it, 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.
- All right, let's go.
- Sit down, E.B.
Because you weren't working, were you?
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
- Saw him come out
- I swear to God!
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?
I'm gonna lodge
a formal complaint.
- Badgering this man with nothing but
- I got motive. I got opportunity.
Yeah, you have Maynard,
you have entirely a bucket of eels.
Oh, 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 $2 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 100,000? 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. Emily.
- Matthew?
- What's going on here?
- Just calm down.
Matthew?
- I have to tell you what's happened
- Matthew? Matthew.
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, boyo.
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?
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.
Do 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 into 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 them.
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.
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.
You know, there's a swell diner
down on Larchmont.
Ms. Emily, why don't you
let me handle the affairs?
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 stole your baby?
Do you think your husband
killed Charlie himself?
Mrs. Dodson,
is it gonna be an open casket
or are you cremating the body?
Sleep well at night, do you?
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 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.
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.
That right, Officer Drake?
You a detective like, uh,
me and Sergeant Ennis?
No, sir. No.
'Cause there are no colored detectives.
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 such is life.
This is some good work, Drake.
Real good.
We 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 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, see.
- I'm sorry, sir.
- What 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 working the case.
I'm doing my job.
Hey, kid,
let's get you home, okay?
Operator.
How may I direct your call?
- Boyle 2-3405.
- One moment, sir.
- Messenger Exchange.
- Dianne, it's me.
Oh, he knows my name today.
Yes. 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're quite a 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
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.
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.
That's not nearly close enough.
Here. We'll put him on the
on the aisle.
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.
Except I didn't make no mistake.
Except 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 you change it?
- Baby, why do you think?
- Mmm. Mmm.
- Mmm. Mmm.
Outta my face, cop.
- That's Officer Drake to you, Ms. Lip.
- Mmm-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?
- 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
- 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,
some island in the ocean.
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.
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.
Are you gonna answer that?
The client is Herman Baggerly,
who's out 100,000,
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.
- The holy trinity.
- 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.
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
off Central Ave.
- Pulling this out of your ass, boyo.
- 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.
I was tailing a guy. I had to blend in.
"Blend in."
Look, George's place was all wrong.
A trumped-up suicide note?
"I kill my partners, I burn 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 did I get them?
- This is reasonable doubt for Matthew.
Infidelity is not murder.
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.
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 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 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.
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.
Blessed be the gravediggers
who will bury the Devil 1,000 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!
No, please. Please don't do this!
Please don't do this!
Charlie!
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?
I 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 should have let her
see the kid get buried.
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, boyo.
That's the kind of thing you're good at.
So, who's sober?
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
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 Jacob'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 the Christ?
He came to draw men unto him
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
Lift him up, that's all
Lift him up in his word