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Nah, He Wasn't Crazy
[LAUGHS]
WOMAN: Sir, are you an attorney? MAN: Are you an attorney?
Innocent! He's Innocent!
The whole place could've burned down.
And as such...
...that it tears the flesh all the way to her bones.
I have no further questions, your honor.
Reverend Street, I sure do appreciate your fine work...
CARL LEE: No, sir.
I see. Well, let me ask you something.
Ozzie says he's probably paralyzed.
[ALARM RINGING]
Oh, come on.
Drove.
...that little girl.
Any more of that nonsense...
Uh, actually, no.
You sure you wanna be known as the man that defended that murderer?
Now, you may win...
Send Greg Coyle a case of whatever that drunk is drinking
Now Imagine he’s white
ETHEL: Bud?
That is a novel idea, I know.
The jury has to identify with the defendant.
You're not? Absolutely not.
Hey Vagia...
You aren't? Absolutely not!
Well, I am a liberal, Roark.
It's not me.
Also, send a case of whatever it is he's drinking these days to Lucien Wilbanks.
They got off, didn't they?
...how many other children did he rape?
To make that jury see this whole case-- This whole case through your eyes.
But still one of the good guys.
[TIRES SKIDDING AND MEN LAUGHING]
-Heard you had a little trouble last night. -Yes, sir.
Cheat like crazy.
Let's see, what else? Oh, genius runs in my family.
Way I figure, a nigger sheriff's okay, been on TV and all.
Until they cut the phones off.
Don't presume the district attorney is insensitive.
Now, doctor, I'm gonna ask you one last time...
JAKE: Bye, girls. WOMAN & GIRL: Bye, Daddy.
Evelyn, get me the state file on race statistics.
I want you to stay.
You said you'd withdraw if it got too dangerous.
Fact is, it just looks dead.
Court is adjourned till tomorrow morning 9:00.
ELLEN: Yup. Care for a beer?
[SIGHS]
-Are you kidding me? -No, relax.
...we make one hell of a team.
He has his license, his credentials are impeccable.
Give me a moment to speak with my client.
...and he led me to believe that the supreme court would uphold my ruling.
And when they're done...
So, um....
I do not believe in forgiveness, nor in rehabilitation.
Lucien thinks the two hyenas just might get off.
Are you Carl Lee Hailey's attorney?
Now imagine he’s white.
The defence rests your honor
-Shut up. TONYA: Daddy!
You aren't? Absolutely not!
Well, I might know a man who owes me a favor.
JAKE: Get him!
That's not the truth.
Your Honor, we have a right--
TONYA: Daddy.
Baby, there's been no Klan around here for years, okay?
...a second-degree murder and we can get you just life in prison.
God help me, Gwen, but...
MAN: What can you tell us, sheriff? WOMAN: Can you tell us what happened?
Why not? Your house is almost paid for. You borrowed on it before for Lester's trial.
Now, really, what brings you to Canton?
...nor can you afford to hire any...
...in a motel by the Dallas Police Department on September 11th, 1960.
O d a z
I'm shriveling.
Carl Lee Hailey.
...and did attempt to kill Dwayne Looney, a peace officer...
Well, not a lot of white lawyers would've took my brother Lester's case.
This is a man who is a confessed murderer.
In fact, I think it's impossible to find a fair and impartial jury anywhere in Mississippi.
... is Kawasaki
-You ready? HANNAH: Uh-huh.
JAKE: Carla loves this house.
[BOTTLE BREAKS]
You want me to put aside my empty, soulless, shady...
Um, well, thought this might interest you.
...Gwen and the kids can't eat because you want in with the NAACP.
How you holding up?
Objection, Your Honor! Objection!
There's nothing to worry about.
...while I tell you this story.
She's pulled into the air and her feet and legs go kicking....
Turn him loose!
Could not tell right from wrong...
Let me save you some time, Mr. Brigance.
Everything's gonna be all right.
-Yeah. -Shazam.
Now, look, this week nothing, nothing has come in at all. Look.
Now Imagine He’s white
-Your Honor, we would like to request bail. -Denied.
-Jake, this isn't the time. -This is really good for Carl Lee.
Go.
-Buddy, where the hell is Roark? -I got no clue.
...for the Invisible Empire of the Ku Klux Klan.
[SIRENS WAILING]
...and some fried dill pickles.
NOOSE: Overruled.
...should've taught him two things. One, I have not been elected governor yet.
Jake, allow me to present Dr. Willard Tyrell Bass.
You better get down to that jail.
You're telling me, and this jury, that on October 17th, 1960...
...would do more for black people in Mississippi...
JAKE: There's Ozzie.
WOMAN 1: Brigance! Mr. Brigance! Mr. Brigance!
First it'll just be the bugs eating at you.
ETHEL: Not a one.
-Swiggy? -Lord, please let my car be fixed today.
Then they urinate on her.
Has he been eating any better?
DWAYNE: Deputy Dwayne Powell Looney.
...next time people are gonna die.
Maybe these side bar texts between you and Shark will refresh your memory!
ELLEN: Turn around.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Mm-mm. Not this time, baby. Daddy's gotta stay here and work.
-These people are with the NAACP. -Oh?
Court will recess for lunch.
In the storm?
So listen, I heard that Judge Noose turned down your change of venue.
Yeah.
She.
Spent time in Parchman. Got out last year.
My lawyers and I handle only capital-murder cases, Mr. Hailey.
If he gets it moved, he has a greater chance of color in the jury.
RUFUS: Thank you, Deputy Looney.
-Hold this. -What are you gonna do?
James Lewis Willard.
I'm Isaiah Street.
[WHISPERS] Night, baby.
Now imagine it was Hillary.
Except the Nashy Klan.
how is suzuki
Good butt.
She asleep, baby?
Did you arrest Cobb and Willard?
Somebody Rapes Her, He's A Dead Dog.
-Isn't Daddy smart? HANNAH: Mm-hm.
Tell you what, I look at her, though, and I cannot help but think about little Tonya.
They called Gwen.
Carl Lee Hailey's on trial because he's black.
Something else wrong?
...in a sealed envelope.
Jake, baby.
...not even the richest, most ridiculous settlement I ever bring in...
Adam from the Passion play we known each other since we kids