Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil (1997) - full transcript

Quit eyeballing me, Flavius.

I knew you when you was a
two-bit hustler on Bull Street.

Excuse me. Where can
a fella get a cab?

He just left.

You can call the company, but I's

you, I'd wait on him to come back.

'Less you want to take a ride.

- You going to Jones Street?
- I'll get you there.

Put your stuff in there.

To your right, Pirate's House...

built in 1794.



All the ne'er-do-wells
and scalawags

divided up their booty there.

Sherman stayed in the
Green-Meldrim House...

to rest up after his fiery
march through Atlanta.

He was going to burn Savannah...

but the locals drowned him in
Chatham Artillery punch...

and fancy parties
till he decided...

to spare our fair city.

Forsyth Park, ladies
and gentlemen.

You looking for something?

No.

Mr Kelso?

Are you Mr Kelso?

I'm Lorene Baxter.
Welcome to Savannah.



Town & Country is my
favourite magazine.

Oh, my land, where are my manners?
What can I get you to drink?

Anything cold would be great.

Mr Williams restored this home.

One of the many he saved
from the wrecking ball.

The carriage house is
reserved for Jim's clients...

and guests, such as yourself.

He's here.

Welcome, Mr Kelsy.

- I'm sorry, Mr Kelso?
- John Kelso.

Yes. I'm Betty Harty.

Sonny's been expecting you.

I'm here to see Jim Williams.

Sonny's Jim's attorney.

Well, hell...

come on in, coach.

John Kelso.

Welcome to the old curiosity
shop. Take a seat.

You let me know.

- How was your trip?
- Fine. Mr Williams said...

He will be right along. We have a

little business to
attend to first.

Confidentiality agreement.
Just boilerplate stuff.

Plus a paragraph...

outlining Jim's
editorial privileges.

Town & Country flew
me down to write a

500-word story on a
Christmas party.

It's a literary postcard.
Are you serious about this?

It's not just any party.

Have you asked the magazine?

I'd rather have your word
than some New York lawyer.

Be that as it may...

I'm not going to sign that.

Damn. How come?

It's just a little
old party write-up.

All the more reason not
to compromise my ethics.

As a professional, I'm
sure you understand.

Promise to be fair?

Yes, of course.

Jim...

this is John Kelso.

Hello.

Let's take a walk,
shall we, sport?

We'll go around Forsyth Park.

Would you all mind...?

Not at all, Betty.

Come on.

Did you sign Sonny's papers?

Actually, no.

Good for you. Sonny's overly
protective of my interests.

Still walking the dog, Mr Glover?

Yes, sir.

Patrick do love his morning walk.

Would you mind? Could I please
have my picture made with Uga?

Great.

Thanks.

All right. Smile.

Thanks. Dang good dog.

Thank you very much.

Thank you for asking.

No matter what you and I ever
do in our lives, Mr Kelso...

neither of us will
be as famous as Uga.

He's the university mascot.

- "The Georgia Bulldog."
- Is that right?

I know I'm going to
regret asking, but

that man said he
was walking a dog.

What dog?

Mr Glover was the law firm porter.

Mr Bouhan said in his will that Mr

Glover should continue
to be paid...

$15 every week for walking
Patrick, his Labrador.

So...

where's Patrick?

Patrick went on to
his great rewards 2

years after Mr Bouhan, about 1974.

- The dog's dead.
- Quite.

Why doesn't Mr Glover walk Uga?

Well, then, who'd walk Patrick?

I see.

- There it is.
- This is your house?

Built by General
Hugh Mercer in 1860,

but he never lived in this house.

His great-grandson
was Johnny Mercer.

The songwriter?

Savannah's own.

What's your favourite
of his tunes?

My mother was always partial
to "Fools Rush In."

Your mother.

Indeed.

I'd love to give you
the grand tour, but

they're still setting
up for the party.

I thought the party
was tomorrow night.

There are two parties.

Tonight is for bachelors.
Gentlemen only.

Would you like to come?

I'd like to cover it.

I'm sorry. It's private.
Reporters aren't allowed.

Would you like to
see my shop? It's

back here in the carriage house.

This house is one
of the largest in

Savannah. It covers
an entire block.

It's right in here.

This is where we do all of our...

restorations.

This landscape, is it a Stubbs?

Very good.

My father was a dealer.

It's called Newmarket Heath
with a Rubbing-Down House.

It's a recent purchase I will
unveil at tomorrow night's event.

It's an odd piece.

The impasto is interesting.

Where's your black light?

It's an overpaint.

Very good, sport.

- You had it x-rayed yet?
- No.

How will you know
what it's obscuring?

I rather enjoy not knowing.

Just a minute.

- Who is it?
- Mandy.

Who?

I don't know a Mandy.

Of course not. You won't
open the damn door.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

You all got some ice?

Sure, help yourself.

Joe Odom's fridge is on the
blink. And plus, at present...

we don't have electricity.

Thirsty?

Me? No. No, not really.

If you're thirsty, a
drink'll cure it.

If you're not, a
drink'll prevent it.

Prevention is better than a cure.

Put on some pants, John Kelso.

Sure, just let me get a pair.

This is our newest addition
to the Odom House.

As you see, Joe's been creative
with our electrical dilemma.

I done this before and I
ain't never been killed yet.

But there's a first
time for everything.

There we go.

We got it.

No problem.

Joe Odom?

The one, the only.

Where's my libation?

Hold these.

To Savannah Electric and Power.

And let's not forget
our friends...

the...

whoever.

Here's to you. All right, inside.

Honey, that's a tough job, but
you're talking to the lady. Hello.

Have you met Mr Kelso, our
newest addition to Savannah?

Jerry Spence.

- How are you?
- I'm charmed now.

- How are you?
- I'm pretty good.

I wonder if he goes to my church?

I wonder.

Episcopalian.

We'll find out.

Sanitation

I see all night long
Hauling in great big cans

I'm hoping one day soon
She'll let me be a Hefty man

In the Dumpster We'll
be making love

In the Dumpster Beneath
the stars above

In the Dumpster I smell paradise

Don't have to ask me twice

It's all I'm thinking of

Just me and that trash girl
Making that Dumpster love

Do you like that?

Strong.

Strong and good. Chatham
Artillery punch.

What's in it?

3 parts fruit, 7 parts liquor.

Whatever's available
on both counts.

Great party. Great house.

The fella that owns
it is in Europe for

a year. Asked me to look in on it.

Water the plants.

Squatting?

That's a vicious word.

You're not a lawyer, are you?

Good. They're the scum of the
earth. And I should know...

being an ex-barrister myself.

Ex?

Ceremoniously disbarred
not two years ago.

Had a little accounting snafu.

What do you do now?

Me and Mandy, we're going
to open a piano bar.

You already have one.

Looks that way, doesn't it?

Wait a minute. Hold the music.

Look.

Look at this.

Jerry Spence.

You have outdone yourself again.

That is a coif
definitely befitting

your stature as the future ex...

Mrs Joe Odom.

Keep dreaming, darling.

You're in love.

She is one beautiful woman.

You two engaged?

Not yet.

It's getting late. I'm going to
hit the road. Nice meeting you.

No, wait a minute.

Joe's rule ♪2:

If you have to leave a party,
you always take a traveller.

I can live with that
one. Nice to meet you.

Hey, there.

Better to be on the edge of
a party, don't you think?

Thanks for inviting me.

Anytime.

Every time.

Earlier...

how'd you know my name?

Welcome to Savannah.

Mr John Kelso?

This is for you.

I'm not in. Leave a message
and I'll get back to you.

- Mr Kelso?
- Yes.

I'm Lucille Wright. I cater
Mr Williams' parties.

- Nice to meet you.
- He'll be down shortly.

Would you like to see
what we'll serve?

Of course.

Come in.

Lots of fresh vegetables...

hot bread...

jumbo shrimp.

Let's see. This is
smoked ham and turkey.

Both.

A big fruit platter. And this
is a wonderful crab dish.

A bisque?

Jeff Braswell.

I shoot Jim's parties.

Let's get a shot of
the whole spread.

Town & Country loves
its pretty pictures.

And pumpkin cornbread.

Mr Williams insists on low-country

cooking for his parties.

Oh, you're going to
have fun tonight.

Indeed he is, Lucille.

Good fit. 44 long.

I have an eye for framing things.

Welcome to Mercer House, Mr Kelso.

You have outdone yourself
again this year.

Well, thank you.

I'm glad to see you.
Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

There you are. The man with the
cigar. So happy you're back.

Emma.

Did you watch my drink
for me? Merry Christmas.

I thought you'd tried
to steal it from me.

- Senator, how are you?
- Great.

Merry Christmas to you. So
happy to have you here.

Look at you.

Welcome to Mercer House.

I think we have quite a
party going tonight.

Look at that niece of
mine. Come over here.

- How are you?
- John Kelso.

Oh, darling. You look
so pretty tonight.

I have one just like that at home.

I see our emerald
bird has arrived.

Good to see you. Handsome as ever.

- How are you, dear?
- I'm just fine.

Now who is that
magnificent creature?

That is Serena Dawes.

Serena, you are as
gorgeous as ever.

I try.

Celebrated beauty in her day.

When her tycoon husband died, she

moved back to Savannah
and created...

sort of a museum to
herself in her boudoir.

I'll introduce you.

- You look very nice.
- Who are these people?

How lovely to see you out of bed.

Why, Jim, I'd get out
of bed for you anytime.

Harry was just about
to show us the

latest addition to his arsenal.

You know what that
is? That is a.25.

My late husband blew his
brains out with one of those.

- So did mine.
- What?

I was fixing myself a drink and

Gunsmoke was on TV
and I heard a shot.

I thought it was part
of the show till

I walked in and Lyman
was bleeding...

sprawled in his favourite chair.

Everyone knew our
marriage was a disaster.

If I'd so much as
touched that gun,

they'd have charged
me with murder.

Yes, well, one day...

I will shoot a man. I may
start with you. Or you.

- Is that loaded?
- Oh, yeah.

Which conversation shall we join?

The one least likely
to involve gunfire.

Excuse me for a moment.

That's from Napoleon's
coronation carriage.

You have an impressive collection.

No, Mr Kelso. Look around. It's
not a collection, it's my home.

- Fabergé?
- I'm a minor enthusiast.

Minor? Three eggs...

a jewellery box and, I
believe, a gold-leaf album.

Nicholas himself would be lucky
to have so much Fabergé.

Wouldn't he?

I admit to that.

Would you care to see
something a little more...

unusual?

That'd be very nice.

Hello, Mother, darling.

- Are you enjoying yourself?
- I'm having a wonderful time.

John Kelso.

He's a writer, Mother.

This is what we call the ballroom.

Is this the prized relic?

It's a very rare relic.

This is the dagger that
Prince Yussopov used...

to murder Rasputin.

He sliced off his cock
and balls with it.

True story...

and deliciously evil,
don't you think?

Delicious.

German Luger?

Be careful, it's loaded.
We've had burglaries.

Everybody's got loaded
guns around here.

So tell me. Has your
family always collected?

That's a very genteel way of
asking if I come from old money.

- Do you?
- No.

I was born in Gordon, Georgia, a
little town outside of Macon.

My father was a barber,
sometime house builder.

My mother was a secretary.

What money I have is
about 11 years old.

So, yes, I am...

nouveau riche.

But then it's the
riche that counts.

There's only 2 things
that interest me...

work...

and those trappings of

aristocracy that I
find worthwhile.

The very things they're forced
to sell when the money runs out.

And it always runs out.

And then all they're left with...

is their lovely manners.

Fuck you, goddamn bitch.

Wouldn't even let me in the house.

Had to come in the
servants' entrance.

Excuse me for a minute?

We agreed you'd stay away tonight.

Don't give me that drag-ass shit.

I got stood up tonight, I'm
pissed off. Give me $20.

You get paid on Friday
like everyone else.

Give me $20.

I need it to get
fucked up, is what.

You've accomplished that, sport.

Give me the money.

I ain't even close to getting
fucked up the way I want to get.

I'm not going to give you money
for liquor or marijuana...

or whatever else you've invited...

Fuck you, Jim.

You don't give me warnings. I give
them to you. I can back mine up.

And you, you piece of shit.

You better watch yourself.

Fuck you.

That's Billy Hanson. He works
part-time in the shop...

and can, on occasion, be a
very colourful character.

I don't know who hates me more,
the Atwells or their dogs.

Ion Atwell's been
upset with me since I

had him removed from
the museum board.

There's only one way
to remedy this.

Thank you, Senator.

It was a hell of a bash, Jim.

- You've outdone yourself.
- Delightful.

We thoroughly enjoyed it.
Thanks for having us.

This... You have my book.

You seem surprised.

It didn't exactly fly
off the bookshelves.

What a coincidence,
that I'd be assigned...

to this story and you'd
have read my only book.

There are no coincidences.

Have you ever written for
Town & Country before?

No.

You requested me?

They've wanted to cover my
Christmas party for years.

My acceptance of their offer this
year was contingent on one thing:

Your participation.

Thank you for that.

No, thank you.

Now sit back, relax,
enjoy your brandy

and tell me your life
story, John Kelso.

It's getting late and I
have an early flight...

so maybe I can take a rain
check on that. Next Christmas.

If you make the cut.

We'll hope for the best.

I can't wait to see the article,
and I hope you have enough...

for your 500-word essay.

Believe me, I could use 10,000.

Thanks for everything.
I'll show myself out.

Oh, and sport...

I really did like your book.

Thank you.

That's a beautiful
jacket. I believe

it's an endangered species.

Look at that 14-carat gold
dress and Tony Manero.

Who's hungry?

Want some punch, baby?

Oh, that's such a good pony.

What are you doing,
getting that horse drunk?

What happened?

That Jim Williams went
and shot somebody.

Canapé?

What?

He sure did. Those lights ain't
part of the Christmas display.

For real?

Yes, sir. He shot somebody.

Look at that man go.

I'm starting to like that Yankee.

What's that saying? Curiosity
killed the Yankee? That's it.

He was drunker when he got
back, and I'll tell you...

when he's been drinking, he's got

another personality altogether.

He'd already smashed
things upstairs earlier.

And he must've gone to
some drive-in B movie...

with throats being slashed.

No doubt it had an effect, because
I've never seen him that angry.

He and I got into an argument.

He destroyed this
beautiful, priceless

antique clock in the hallway.

If you'd like to...

spike that up...

the bar's in the living room.

No, thank you. I'm still on duty.

I know that.

I'm sorry.

This is very upsetting.

How much longer is
this going to take?

What are you doing here?

I work for the city, too. I
got the film from that party.

I'll get it to you.

Great, great.

He came into the office and he
stood there and he yelled...

"I might be leaving tomorrow, but

goddamn it, you're
leaving tonight."

Then he fired at me
twice and I pulled

the Luger from my
desk and fired back.

If it had happened to you, you
would've done exactly what I did.

I have never been so scared in my

life. If I had not
shot at Billy...

I have no doubt it'd be my

obituary you'd be
reading tomorrow.

- What're you doing here?
- The thing was open.

Jesus Christ, Frank.

My client has nothing to say.

I can't believe you would
do this without calling me.

How long have we known each other?

Is this entrapment, Frank?
What the hell is going on?

Sorry, I'm not going to
have time to process this.

Film from the party.

Jim told me you heard
Hanson threaten him.

No-good street hustler.

I told Jim he was dangerous.

Forget about Town & Country.

I know I've been
here only 3 days and

it's just a shooting,
but give it time.

This place is fantastic. It's like
Gone with the Wind on mescaline.

I know you're my
agent. Listen to me.

They walk imaginary pets here
on a fucking leash, okay?

They're all heavily armed and
drunk. New York is boring.

I'll call you later.

Finley Largent's
up for re-election,

so he'll try to get this to trial.

He won't take my
damn phone calls...

so we'll have to
use the back door.

I'll be back.

Thanks for coming over, coach.

Jim's in the office.

We talked about something
we'd like to run by you.

You want me to kill the story.

Done.

Great, great.

Why?

Actually, I was...

considering...

writing a book.

Sweet Jesus. A book about what?

Self-defence happens all the time.

Then why are you worried about the
D.A? I overheard in the lobby.

We're a small town.

We defend ourselves,
our reputations...

against the outside world.

Word gets around a New Yorker's
trying to make us look bad...

you'll find Savannahians
can get tight-lipped.

If there's a trial,
will I be a witness?

You threatening me?

Absolutely not.

You perjure yourself, you'll
find yourself in jail.

I wouldn't do it. When it comes
to this, I'm at ground zero.

If there's nothing
worth writing...

then you got no worries.

That's what I get paid for.
I will not permit this.

I don't need anyone's permission.

Not really.

Then why are you soliciting it?

You need my permission...

my help...

my acquiescence...

or you don't have a story.

Not really.

We both know that.

So would the river flow both ways?

Meaning?

Would you share
whatever information

you garner with me and Sonny?

Yes, but it won't
change what I write.

And you don't get to see a word
of it until it's published.

So...

who'd be the main
character in this book?

Have you written up
cases like this before?

A few of them for Esquire, yeah.

What do you think?

What do I think?

If you're worried about the
D.A., grand juries read papers.

Proper spin control could
make a big difference.

What the hell are
you talking about?

You said Hanson was a street
hustler. Did he have a record?

Take drugs? Deal drugs? Pimp?

That kind of spin can
influence a grand jury.

Get investigators
to hit the streets.

Every P.I. In town's
an off-duty cop.

Besides, why would
we need a P. I...

when we got ourselves a
hotshot New York writer...

filling all the gaps?

Take care, Bubba.

- Are you the flower man?
- No, I'm John Kelso.

Good morning, I'm a writer
and wanted to ask you...

If you're not the flower
man, leave me be.

The Lady's in mourning,
and I haven't

received a flower or a rose...

or anything to show for
it. Please leave me be.

I know Billy Hanson
used to live here.

I wanted to ask a few questions.

And if it's an inappropriate
time, I'll come back later.

I can't believe
you're running around

ringing my doorbell.
Where you from?

Where are your manners?

Just leave me be.

My condolences. I'll call...

I'll come back another time, or...

I apologise for the delay.

Why, thank you. They're lovely.
They're absolutely lovely.

I'd love to ask you a few
questions, if you have a minute.

Is this your car?

How about a ride home?

Thank you.

What I want to know is, what
is a white boy like you...

doing driving a big old brother's

jive-ass heap like this shit here?

I just bought this. I kind of
like it. It's not a bad car.

No, it's not bad. Did
I hurt your feelings?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to hurt your feelings.

I can't help it. I just call
things out as I see it.

I just can't help
it. I just do that.

One thing you needn't worry about.

What's that?

Ain't nobody going to try to
steal this piece of shit.

I'm just practising up till I can

save enough money to get my Rolls.

Chablis is a pretty
name. It's unusual.

Thank you. I got it off a wine
bottle. It's a show name.

You're an actress?

I'm not an actress.
I'm a showgirl.

I work at the Pick-Up on Congress.

I lip-synch, I emcee, I dance.
You know, shit like that.

The person you see now is just
little old simple Chablis.

But in the evenings...

when I put on my gowns
and my make-up...

and my jewellery and my perfume...

I become "The Lady Chablis."

You are just so cute.

A cool white wine for
a cool black girl.

And you're full of flattery too.

It's getting hot up in here,
honey. My shots are kicking in.

Excuse me?

Yes, honey, my shots.
Never mind that.

What'd you want to
talk to me about?

Billy Hanson.

No. Billy's dead. Case closed.

Was he your boyfriend?

Billy, my boyfriend?

Were you two lovers?

No. Hell, no.

Billy was way too trashy
for me, honey. I'm a lady.

However, he did date my
room-mate Corinne for a while.

The two of those had some
wild times together.

- Those are beautiful.
- So, tell me more about Corinne.

Corinne's like a lot of girls.

She found herself attracted
to the wrong type of man.

Billy was not the
right type of man.

She thought she could change him.

But there was no way of changing
that evil son of a bitch.

- I'd love to speak to Corinne.
- I'd like to too.

But she skipped town owing
me two months' rent.

And Billy said he would pay
for it, but now he's...

But you know...

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

But you know, it's like
my mama always said...

"Two tears in a bucket...

motherfuck it."

I have to remember that one.

Don't remember that one.
That's off-the-record.

Let me get your door for you.

Thank you, hon.

In the phone book, you
were listed as F. De Veau.

What's the "F" stand for?

The "F" stands for Frank, hon.

That's me.

- She's a he.
- Correct.

You're shitting me.

If this thing heats up, I think
you'll want to talk to her.

Proper folks don't
discuss such things.

She paints a rotten
picture of Billy.

Let me tell you a story. There
was a judge here years ago.

His oldest boy was messing around
with a gangster's girlfriend.

One morning they found him...

lying under the porch with his
privates tucked into his lapel.

Dead men tell no tales.

Next day, headline read...

"Fall From Porch Proves Fatal."

Some fall. What's your point?

Saving face in the
light of unpleasant

circumstances is the Savannah way.

I'll try to track down that
real girl. Corinne, you said?

Well, I got to skedaddle.

Doing Christmas at Tybee Island.
We got all sorts of folks coming.

Have a great Christmas.

- You too, John.
- See you later, Uga.

Merry Christmas.

He's got it on a string.

Luther's not eating.

Check, please.

You didn't like it?

No, they were very
good. Excellent.

What was in the phial?

He says it's enough poison to
kill everybody in the county.

If he eats and it's a good day...

fine.

If he doesn't eat...

If I were you, I wouldn't
drink the water today.

Where does he put the poison?

In the water supply system.

Is that true? Do you believe that?

I've lived here a
long time, honey. I

believe most anything
about anybody.

Where are we going?

Patience, dear boy.

It's time you meet
the most important

member of my defence team.

We're going to the cemetery?

Not Bonaventure. The coloured
cemetery's down the road.

Looks like we got the garden
all to ourselves tonight.

Meet Minerva.

How do you do?

You trying to work me, boy?

Put that hand back in your pocket.

I feel sorry for you.

Do tell, Minerva.

He think nobody love him.

That's silly. We've never met.

You got a hole in you.

Too many questions.

Don't know whether to be this way
or that without the answers.

There ain't no answers.

You come a long way to
find that out, didn't you?

Now we got to get to work.
You bring the money?

Put it on the grave.

Kiss it first, so it
come back to you.

You bring the shiny dimes?

Bury them.

He's working hard
against you, James.

Who? Dr Buzzard?

The boy. The dead boy.

Oh, Billy. That
doesn't surprise us.

Dr Buzzard?

Ain't got much dead time left.

Dead time?

Lasts an hour.

Half-hour before
midnight till half past.

Half-hour before midnight
for working good.

Half-hour after for evil.

We'll need a little
of both tonight.

You got the bottle of water?

Ain't been through no pipe?

Give it to me.

We got to make him...

loosen up on James.

I need Shango...

and a little hungan.

Come.

Come.

Tell me something about him.

He tried to kill me?

No, before then. Something good.

Your kind words...

take root, flower, come
back to bless you.

Something that made him happy?

His Camaro.

He loved his Camaro. He
wouldn't let anyone near it.

That car was his pride and joy.

Keep talking. It's
working. It's working.

He spray painted it flat black.

You should've seen him. He spent
hours on that car, fixing it...

cleaning it.

He painted racing stripes on it...

and all kinds of other things.

He was very creative.

That's something most
people didn't know.

He was an artist.

Just now, when you were
saying them things...

I felt him ease off.

He heard you say you love him.

That's preposterous.
He tried to kill me.

He was working against
you, and now I know why.

He wants you to tell the
whole world you hated him.

Maybe they think you hated
him enough to kill him.

If you do that, you go to jail...

and he know that.

Most important thing:

You got to beg that boy's
forgiveness each and every day.

Time for evil.

Quick, quick. Tell me his name.

Finley Largent.

When you get home, write his name
7 times on a piece of paper.

Connect all the names into one.

Dot no I's, cross no T's.

Fold it twice and put
it in your pocket.

Get a picture.

Sew up the mouth
with dove's blood.

Blacken the eyes.

Now go. I got works to do.

Boy.

Take these words to heart.

To understand the living...

you got to commune with the dead.

Now go.

And don't you dare look back.

On the grave...

Who is Dr Buzzard?

Minerva was married
to Dr Buzzard...

the foremost voodoo practitioner
in Beaufort County.

You may not know it, but you
are deep in voodoo country.

I don't believe in the
hocus-pocus of it...

but the spiritual force behind it.

The shiny dimes were easy...

but the virgin water
was a trick or two.

How do you know she wouldn't know

the difference if
it was tap water?

Not by looking or taste...

but she would've known in an
instant by looking at my face.

I think...

the photo-doctoring is
going to be good therapy.

What about the pleas
for daily forgiveness?

No, I don't think that's going
to be happening. Definitely not.

- Thank you.
- Have a good day.

- Hey, you.
- How are you?

- How you doing?
- Good.

You work here?

What you see is what you get.

Nothing wrong with that.

Gee, thanks.

These are nice.

You want to send some flowers?

I think so. I don't know, though.

It's kind of complicated.

For whom?

What's she like?

I don't know her that well.

Roses are a favourite.

A bit presumptuous.

How about...

poinsettias?

Perennials might give
the wrong impression.

- Too long-term?
- Yeah, it's hard to say.

This is complicated.

How about petunias?

They're pretty without being
presumptuous, smell nice...

and in 3 days you throw them out.

Sound like what
you're looking for?

Sorry, we're all out of petunias.

Come on, get up, Lewis. Get up.

Get on up.

Good afternoon, Yankee John.

That sounds like a dead battery.

Woman that owns the tour
company rear-ended me...

so to speak.

Where we headed?

How about live entertainment?

Get on up, Lewis.

That's a good horse.

Hey, bitch.

Hey, bitch.

Let the house say it like you mean

it. Let the house
say, "Hey, bitch."

Hey, bitch.

Yes, I am a bitch, and
proud of it, honey.

Your mama is just
sweating. I'm putting

a sweating in front
of you white folks.

But then again, I
want you all to know

how hard a girl is
working for you.

Excuse me, darling.

Excuse me.

Oh, my God.

"Oh, my God," nothing, honey. "Oh,

my empress" is what
you should say.

You all been necking since
I walked out on stage.

Look, our Ivory Soap-using girl.
Love them kind of bitches, baby.

Either he got some good old stuff,
girl, or you horny as hell.

Is this your boyfriend?
Your husband?

My husband.

What does Mr Man do for a living?

He's a doctor.

A doctor?

You better grow you
some nails, because

if he's a gynaecologist,
he's mine.

I am serious, honey.

He is mine. A doctor.
Grow your nails,

I'm going to take
him away from you.

Look at him just blushing.
You're so cute.

You want to give me a physical?

I have nothing to hide.

You better have
American Express, baby.

But you know what?
That's okay about him.

Because the Doll has already
got some white boy...

running after her good old stuff.

Spotlight, shine a spotlight
over there. Right over there.

You see that fine white man
right there? That one, there.

He has been running the Doll all

around Savannah
trying to get some.

First day I met him, he
brought the girl roses.

Then again, as you well know...

ain't nothing too
good for the Doll.

Ain't nothing too good for the
Lady. I am serious about that.

If I catch any of you
bitches near him, honey...

I want you to know you'll have
to deal with the Lady Chablis...

the Doll, the Grand Empress,
and my motherfucking ice pick.

So keep your hands off that one.

Hey, honey love.

How are you, Doll?

I'm fine. Who is
that handsome man?

Joe Odom.

Pleased to meet you.

My pleasure. We met before.
We slept together one night.

Narrow it down for
the Doll. There are

certain nights I cannot remember.

That's another tale
for another time.

My ice cubes are
getting a bit dry.

I'll leave you two alone. Ma'am.

Thank you. I'll talk to you
later, you sentimental gentleman.

Hurry back.

Don't let him hurry back. I
need to spend time with you.

How are you?

I'm fine, honey. Still hiding my

candy. Want me to
unwrap it for you?

- You don't have to.
- You sure?

Not yet. I mean, not ever.

- It's a small little wrapper.
- Please.

Like a Tootsie Roll.

Some people don't
need to see candy.

Okay, that's fine. But I
got something to tell you.

I got something to tell you. I
have boyfriend number four.

Really?

A tall, blond hunk
of a hunk of man.

He's a mechanic on Abercorn
Street. Know where that is?

- I know where that is.
- Treats me like a queen.

No pun intended. None whatsoever.

You must promise if you ever meet
him, which I doubt you will...

if you should meet him, you
must never tell him my "T."

- He has no idea.
- Your "T"?

You know, my "T," my truth.

The hide-my-candy thing.

He doesn't know, so you
mustn't say anything.

- Promise me you won't.
- Don't you think he'll find out?

When I'm ready for him to
find out, he'll find out.

Like when I was ready
for you to find out.

But I wasn't looking
for your candy.

But you was smelling for it.

- I did not smell your candy.
- Why are you here?

I want to interview you.

Your show was terrific.

Thank you. You want
to interview me?

Yes, very much so.

What happened?

9 jurors indicted murder one.

They're trying to put our
friend away for life.

Your Honour...

the community that put us both
in the positions we now hold...

would be less than pleased with an

order allowing a
wealthy defendant...

in a first-degree
murder case bail.

And they'd be right.

All right, gentlemen.

I have listened carefully
to these arguments.

Mr Williams is charged with
a very violent crime...

and Mr Seiler, I can't grant
bail under these circumstances.

But I will put this
case on a fast track...

for a speedy trial.

That's all.

Well, sport, looks
like there might

be a book in this after all.

Does he have any idea
how serious this is?

You know it and I know it...

and after tonight,
damn hell, so will he.

What is it?

You told Sonny I heard Billy

threaten you the
night you shot him.

I heard you threaten him
too. If I testify...

I didn't threaten him.

I warned him.

He had a history of violence.
He was drunk and high.

While trespassing, he
profanely demanded money...

and brandished a broken
bottle in my face.

Is that not your
recollection as well?

More or less.

Then your testimony
can only help me.

What was it between
the two of you?

We'll turn this off.

I don't mind that.

Was it just sex?

Tell me about the relationship.

Billy and I had a bond.

That's not something they're
going to understand.

They'll just see the sex...

and the age difference.

But Billy was going to
make something of himself.

Great things, great people...

can come from humble beginnings.

He needed what I gave him...

and I needed what he gave me.

Now, do you wish to
pass judgement on that?

No.

I'm innocent, John.

It's important that
you believe that.

Do you believe that?

Yes, I do.

I'm having trouble getting
anyone to talk to me.

I'll make some arrangements.

Tomorrow, can you
bring the Sotheby's

and Christie's catalogues?

They serve dinner here at 7, so
that's when we'll make our calls.

Our calls?

Yes, accept the charges, operator.

Jim. How are you?

All right, sport, let's
give this a try, shall we?

Let's see if we can work this.

All right, it's ringing.

Hello, Jim Williams calling
for Geza von Habsburg.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Geza.

James. How nice of you to call.

Would you be interested
in my Maximilian desk?

Someone, ask him to be quiet.

It sounds like your dog doesn't
want to sell. What's his breed?

That's a Russian wolfhound.

Sounds more like a Shar-Pei.

No, no, that's my Yorkie.

Would someone please put
the dogs in the garden?

I'll take care of the dog for you.

Now, Geza, you know
I'll want top dollar.

As always.

Shut up.

Is this the Married
Women's Card Club?

Yes.

Is anyone going to
ring the doorbell?

Oh, heavens, no.

We have very strict rules. The
door opens precisely at 4.

You all look lovely.

Actually, Jim...

suggested that I
introduce you around.

But if we could just
keep that between us...

- Why?
- Just a minute.

Everything all right, ladies?

Good.

Jim was a true friend
to me over the years.

But most of these ladies
are still deciding...

how they'll respond to
this current predicament.

You know...

the incident.

I have work to do in the kitchen.
Would you like to take a seat?

- I don't play bridge.
- Oh, I don't mean play.

Men aren't allowed.

Especially single men.

But you could sit down and
wait. I'll be right back.

It was a crime passionnel.
A lover's quarrel.

That may be, but I gather it's
going to be rather sticky for Jim.

Really?

There's no gunpowder on that boy's
hand. He didn't fire the gun...

as Jim claims.

And the location of
the bullet wounds...

Seems to be at odds with Mr

Williams' scenario
of self-defence.

How so?

One entered the chest. The second
bullet hit the boy in the back.

And the third, well,
the third bullet...

What do you think'll
happen to Jim?

It's difficult to say.

Those who are happy
Billy is no longer

burning rubber through
the squares...

are the exact people who think...

that Jim picked a very unseemly
way to exit the closet...

if you will.

With a bang.

Literally.

And then...

there are the others.

Tell me about the others.

There's bound to be a certain

resentment about Jim
killing that boy.

That boy in particular, I mean.

Why?

Billy was a very
accomplished hustler.

By all accounts, very
good at his trade...

and very much appreciated
by both men and women.

The trouble is...

he hadn't finished
making the rounds, no.

Billy Hanson was known to be...

a good time...

but...

a good time not yet had by all.

They're saying Jim Williams killed

the best piece of ass in Savannah.

- Is that true?
- I don't know.

You know about ass in
Savannah. What do you think?

Great God.

Good gossip's hard
currency in this

town. Folks just
paying their bills.

When the chips are down, they'll
be there for Jim. Trust me.

Rather hear your legal strategies.

Our game plan's still percolating.

We had a deal. I've shared
every bit of information...

Come along in.

Now, don't mind us.

Trial date.

Big game 3 weeks from now.

It's a shootout.

Both teams got one silver bullet.

Gunshot residue test,
that's theirs.

No gunshot residue on Billy's
hands means he didn't fire.

Means Jim killed him
in cold blood...

mocked up the scene.

How you plan to counter that?

Gunshot residue test
is unreliable. It's

inadmissible in
some jurisdictions.

Finley's got Doc
Poe. We will counter

with cutting-edge science...

with an expert we
got from up north.

They say the scene was
contrived. What do you say?

That's our silver bullet.

Shoddy police work.

Take a look at this.

That's me.

Just like you said.

Ground zero. Cops should
never have let you in.

I kind of let myself in
through the back gate.

They shouldn't have
let you get in.

Happy together

Unhappy together

And won't it be fine

Days may be cloudy or sunny

We're in or we're out of the money

But I'm with you always

Come rain or

Shine

Joe Odom.

You're good. I didn't
know you sang.

- You never asked.
- How you doing?

Good, how are you?

You got another set?

No, me and Joe's just sitting in.

Want to get a cup of coffee?

Business or pleasure?

Come on.

Normally, there'd
be no problem. The

general rule is rich
people get off.

Problem is, they're
usually straight.

See, so it's a volatile issue.

- I'm not crazy?
- No. Neither is Sonny.

Jim's friends knew he was gay.

Secretly, they congratulated

themselves on being
so cosmopolitan.

If they knew he was
completely open with

his sexuality, they'd
have shunned him.

Maybe the jury will too.

You think?

Of course, no one'll ever really
know what happened that night.

But Jim's told the story a
thousand times, never wavered.

You're quite the advocate.

What happened to "Stick
around and stay objective"?

Objectively, it's looking like

they'll hang him
for his sexuality.

Something that would never
happen in New York, right?

Well, you said it, not me.

You don't seem like
you're from here.

I was born here, didn't like it...

moved away.

Figured out the part I
didn't like was me.

So I worked on that,
and I moved back.

I got my first kiss right here.

Sammy Jenks. Gave him a black eye.

You did? How hard?

That's what love'll do.

I have trouble
picturing what kind of

woman you'd take the
trouble to marry.

First love situation.

We got married a week
after graduating

college, if you can believe that.

So what happened?

You want to hear my sob story?

I think she thought she was
marrying Norman Mailer.

She thought I'd be famous.

After the book was
published, she'd wake

up at the crack of
dawn on Sunday...

make coffee, cross her fingers...

and look in that Sunday Times,

sure it was going
to be a bestseller.

One Sunday, she didn't wake up
early, didn't make coffee...

didn't cross her fingers...

and I knew.

She left you because
your book wasn't a hit?

I don't know, Kelso. It
seems pretty shallow to me.

What about you and Joe Odom?

Me and Joe.

We're just friends.

We have a real musical
relationship.

We're like the Steve
and Eydie of Savannah.

My God, it's quiet.

Too quiet.

Joe'll be playing at
that bar until dawn.

I should probably go.

In case you're wondering, this
is the perfect time for a kiss.

Sammy Jenks warned me about you.

Good night.

Ladies and gentlemen, you

constitute our jury
for this trial.

It's expected to
last several days.

I'll let you go home
for the evening...

instruct you to be back in the
morning at 9:30 in the jury room.

If anybody tries to approach
you about this case...

report it to me the first
thing in the morning.

You're excused for the evening.

Mr Driggers, let me speak to you.

Luther, listen.

This is a courtroom. Don't bring
those flies in here tomorrow.

And leave that phial of water, or
whatever that stuff is, at home.

Sam...

you know, when we were in Georgia,

I know how you hated my bugs...

and you know how I love them.

We're no longer at the
university. This is a courtroom.

I'm telling you to leave all
that foolishness at home.

I do take umbrage.

But I'll do it.

What is the story with the guy
with the horsefly epaulettes?

Luther Driggers.

He's a genius.

Developed the "No-Bug" strip.

The company he worked for took
the credit and the money.

Now he just wanders
around town with

a bottle of poison in his pocket.

Of course.

Says someday he's going to put it

in the water supply, do us all in.

Why do you want him on the jury?

We're the defence team. We
need all the nuts we can get.

What about Largent?

Finley's up for re-election.

If he strikes Luther...

he might upset him enough to...

you know...

I'll be back in on Sunday.

You've got a murder trial starting
in 3 days. Where you going?

Home opener against 'Bama.

Go, Dogs.

Is he really leaving?

Oh, yeah. Better say a prayer.

All right, Mr Largent...

the state has the burden of
proof, and you have the opening.

Your Honour.

Good morning, Your Honour, ladies
and gentlemen of the jury.

The state of Georgia is ready
and most anxious to proceed.

If the court pleases.

The philosopher Thomas Hobbes
is quoted as saying...

that life is...

nasty, brutish...

and short.

And surely it must have
seemed so to Billy Hanson...

as he lay wounded...

his blood and his life...

oozing out onto Jim
Williams' Persian rug.

It's important for you to
know that the defendant...

By the end of this trial...

I believe...

that when faced with
the evidence...

you will render...

the verdict that is fair and just:

Guilty of first-degree murder.

Thank you.

All right, Mr Seiler, we've
been going for some time now.

Would you prefer to make your
opening statement after recess?

I would prefer to address
the jury now, Your Honour.

What I have to say
won't take long.

I apologise if I look tired...

if my eyes are red...

if my complexion is sallow.

But I came by it honestly.

Because...

I have not had much sleep lately.

For while my bed is soft...

my client's is not.

And while I'm surrounded
by my loving family...

Jim Williams...

my friend...

my client...

is locked up in a room...

full of thieves,
murderers and rapists.

You're the ones I want.

You're the ones I trust.

Because although it is Jim
Williams on trial here today...

when I look at the
circumstances...

I think to myself...

there...

but for the grace
of God, go you...

or I.

You know why? Because I
guaran-damn-tee you:

Someone comes into my home and
shoot at me, I will shoot back.

And I'll shoot back
again and again...

and again, until I'm
sure that they're dead.

Until I'm sure that my home
and my family are safe.

And then...

old Finley here, my friend...

would be prosecuting me.

I'd be the one on trial.

And my life...

would be in the hands...

of good folks like you.

He is way out-of-bounds.

He didn't object once during
ours. We'll look like assholes.

Folks not swayed by fancy words.

Folks who would not
be prejudiced...

who would not judge a man...

by the colour of his skin...

or the amount of
money that he makes.

I will say...

the simple fact of the matter...

is...

Jim Williams...

murdered no one.

How did you think it went?
Because I was very pleased.

Sonny has a certain style,
a flair, doesn't he?

From what I've seen...

that man could weave horseshit
into Egyptian cotton.

Pleasantly surprised.

John Kelso, I hope you understand.

Might I consider you my friend?

Yes.

The lack of gunshot
residue in the hand,

plus the other things
I mentioned...

led me to the conclusion that
the scene was contrived.

Thank you, Detective Boone.

No further questions.

Detective...

I'd like to revisit
some of the things...

you said just then in direct.

You testified there was blood
on Hanson's hand, correct?

Yes. There was blood in the
palm of the victim's hand.

And that's important because if
Hanson had been holding the gun...

there'd be no blood.

But you never saw the blood on
the victim's hand, did you?

No.

The blood was noted in
the autopsy report.

I didn't turn them over
when I bagged them.

I believe you also
testified that...

you believe the final
shot was fired

from above the victim,
is that correct?

I concluded that
the shot came from

someone standing
over the victim...

execution style.

A coup de grâce.

A coup de grâce?

Will you tell the jury, please...

did you find Jim's
prints on Billy's gun?

The Luger handle has
a textured surface.

Is the answer no, Detective?

Yes, the answer was no.

Yes, the answer is no.

State's 22, Your Honour.

Who's this handsome fellow?

That's me.

Who's this?

That's that reporter
fella from up north.

The one that's working
with Williams.

I don't know how he got in.

And this?

Young officer...

name escapes me.

Understandable. You'd
need a program to

keep track of everyone
in that room.

Objection.

Counsel's testifying.

Strike that.

I would much rather have
the detective tell us.

How many people was in that room?

Seven.

No, eight.

"Seven, no, eight."
And a pussycat.

Read the funny papers, Detective?

Not often.

In the funny papers they sometimes
have this little competition...

to find an animal hidden
in an illustration.

I love to play it with my
grandson. You know that game?

We're going to play
"Where's Shelton?"

I don't know what
Mr Seiler's trying

to prove with all
this, but I assume...

Mr Finley, we can all
play. Shelton Williams...

is the defendant's tabby cat.

Now, Detective...

let's play "Where's Shelton?"

I'll give you a clue.

Take a look at the rug.

Is the answer "yes"?

State's 22, Your Honour.

Tabby cat.

Is Shelton Williams
on your payroll?

I've heard tell of cat burglars.

Is this a cat detective?

Don't be ridiculous.

I'll tell you what's ridiculous.

You saying that the scene
of the crime was secured.

That's what's ridiculous.

Seven, no, eight people,
and a pussycat,

walking all around that room...

You call that secure?

We hung around a lot.

Billy had a car and he'd
give me rides sometimes.

Mr Tucker, do you, of
your own knowledge...

know anything of the relationship

between Billy Hanson and...

Jim Williams?

Objection.

Objection, Your Honour.

Let me see you gentlemen
over here a minute.

What's this about?

Your Honour, if this boy says
what I think he's going to say...

you can't ask the
jury to ignore it.

You can't let a
skunk go in the box

and then say they didn't smell it.

Our intention with Mr
Tucker is to show

the victim was afraid
of the defendant.

To do that, he has to describe
the nature of the relationship.

Your intention is to paint
Jim Williams pink...

then rely on some
prejudice in the jury.

Besides which, whatever he
says will be second-hand.

It would be hearsay.

He asked the witness if he
knew of his own knowledge.

If he knows, it's not hearsay.

I'll allow it...

but I'll grant you the same
latitude when it's your turn.

Objection's overruled.

Mr Tucker, the question was, "Do
you, of your own knowledge...

know anything of the relationship

between Hanson and the defendant?"

Yes, sir.

Jim would give Billy
money when he needed it.

He bought him a car and clothes
for going to bed with him.

To sleep with him? To...

have sex with him?

Yes, sir.

Now, did Billy and Jim Williams...

have any disagreements...

if you know?

All the time.

Jim would be pissed
off at Billy...

for one thing or another.

He was real jealous of Billy.

And what feelings, if any...

did Billy have about
the defendant?

Jim is a rich and powerful man.

Billy was a little
afraid of him, I guess.

Thank you.

Minerva.

Tell me...

how well did you
know Billy Hanson?

What kind of friends were you?

Yes, sir.

He was my best
friend in the world.

We saw each other all the time.

There's nothing he
wouldn't do for me.

And nothing you
wouldn't do for him.

If you're trying to say
I'm lying, I'm not.

Take it easy, young man.

Everything I say is true.

Of course. There's
no reason for it not

to be. That's all
we're after here.

How well did you
know Jim Williams?

You never did meet him, did you?

Not shaking hands or nothing.

But I stood next to him in the
emergency room when Billy O.D.'d.

Billy Hanson...

overdosed on drugs?

When?

About a month before
Jim killed him.

So Jim Williams...

took Billy Hanson to the
hospital. He saved his life.

If he wanted him dead...

why would he do that?

I don't know.

I guess...

Did you...

ever have sex with Billy?

No. No, sir.

Are you yourself a homosexual?

Objection.

Relevance?

Mr Largent, you opened that door.

What's good for the goose
is good for the gander.

I'll let it in.

Thank you, Your Honour.

Want me to repeat the
question, George?

I could have the court
reporter read it out.

No, sir. I ain't no fairy.

I've had some experiences, but...

I'm out of it now.

Out of it?

Yes, sir.

Would you care to explain to the
jury what you mean by that?

It's wrong.

The Bible says so.

Bible also says it's wrong to lie.

How long have you been out of it?

Almost 3 weeks.

Congratulations, George.

Good for you.

No further questions, Your Honour.

- Please.
- Chablis, it's a subpoena.

They'll hold you in contempt.

I don't care if it's an invitation

from God. They fuck
with the Doll...

- You got that off TV.
- Whatever.

They'll hold you in contempt.

I've been held in contempt before.

A man's life is at stake.

What do I have to do with
that man's life? Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Wait. I'll tell you what.
I'll make you a deal.

What kind of deal?

What kind of deal?

Wait, John, be patient.

I'll tell you what.

You bring me a truckload of

good-looking boys to
my show tonight...

and I'll think about it.

I'd love to, but I can't. I
got to go to some cotillion.

How boring. What cotillion
are you going to?

The Alpha Phi.

The black people's ball?

You're going to the
black people's ball?

- Absolutely not.
- Please? Take me.

I'll be on my best behaviour.

I promise, John. Please take me.

- I can't.
- I won't shake my ass or cuss.

I won't do anything. Please.

These girls are debutantes.

What does that mean?
I can't clientele

with uptown black-ass people?

No, but, you know, debs are
carefully scrutinised.

Please. And?

For the most part...

not many of them
hide their candy...

and few have been
caught shoplifting.

You know, not many.

These bitches must
do it damn good,

if they haven't gotten caught yet.

I imagine they do a lot
of volunteer work, Frank.

Stay out of bars, go to
churches. Those kind of ladies.

First of all, don't you
ever call me Frank again.

And are these black girls
we're talking about?

If these are black girls, they
must be some ugly bitches, honey.

Take me.

- Please?
- Come on.

Take me.

- Cut it out.
- Please take me.

It's good to have you here.

You know, this is our 40th year.

It's lovely.

I do believe we've almost
caught the white cotillion.

Congratulations.

Good evening.

Sir, is this spot taken?

- No, ma'am.
- Please don't call me ma'am.

My name's Chablis. What's yours?

Phillip. I'm an escort.

An escort.

Do you work for a service?

No, I'm escorting my sister.

Don't tell me you're
doing it with her.

My sister's boyfriend decided not
to come, so I got roped into it.

Let me ask you something.

You ever been arrested?

Oh, come on.

Once, sort of.

I had a few drinks. I got a
ticket for disturbing the peace.

Disturbing the peace.

I got a piece you
can disturb, hon.

I've been admiring your gown.

Thank you very much.
This old thing?

It's very glamorous.

Thank you very much.

Of whom are you a guest?

I'm here with my cousin.

My cousin...

LaVella.

LaVella.

She's a lovely girl.

Oh, I think so too. She's
always wanted this...

since we were kids. She
never thought she'd get it.

She had nothing to worry about.

You know what, hon? I
told her the same thing.

If Vanessa Williams
can pull one off

on the Miss America committee...

then her little whoring
around in Atlanta, Georgia...

was not going to
mean anything to a

little steering
committee in Savannah.

And she got it. I'm
so happy for her.

Would you watch my purse?

Phillip and I are going
to go disturb the peace.

What do you think?

Let's go disturb
some peace. Come on.

Oh, Jesus.

Would you excuse
me for one moment?

You have a lot of nerve
busting in on me like this.

I got plenty of nerve to
do anything I want to do.

How far are you
going to take this?

I'm just starting.

Then I'm going to leave.

I don't intend on insulting these
people any more than I have to.

Behave yourself.

Come on. Let's go.

Stop pushing me. I'm going.

Bartender, could I please
have two apple schnapps?

I think you better
make those doubles.

So, John, tell me, you
mad at me, honey?

Are you mad?

Are you?

We're still friends.

I hope so. I must
tell you something.

You are so sexy when you're mad.

- Behave yourself.
- Stop telling me what to do.

I want to propose a toast.

From my top...

to your bottom...

from your bottom to my top...

from my middle to your middle...

be good, John, I just
might give you a little.

- Just behave yourself.
- Stop telling me what to do.

Besides, your star
witness is testifying.

Since when?

Since I thought about it.

And I realised how nice
you've been to me.

You know what?

You've treated me
like a perfect lady.

You've even made me
feel so very special.

You know, people can
be so mean sometimes.

But not you.

I want to ask you something.

John, do you think I'm beautiful?

Yes, I think you're very pretty.

Pretty? I'm just not your type?

Are you testifying for me?

Of course I am. You think I give
a shit about Miss Jim Williams?

I don't even know that
bitch. Never even met her.

Listen...

on cross-examination they'll be

pretty rough on you
and your background.

I have nothing to hide and I'm not

ashamed of anything
I've ever done.

You should know that
you taking the stand

is a blanket indictment of Hanson.

Let me get this right, now.

You're saying because
Billy hung out

with drag queens,
he deserved to die?

- It's fucked up, but, yeah.
- That's fucked up.

Maybe you shouldn't testify.

John, how sweet. You really care.

Good. Because, guess
what? I'm testifying.

I am testifying.

You see, those folks think
they're using the Doll...

but the Doll's using
them right back.

I'm going to use that courtroom
as my coming-out party.

You see, you know who I am.

I'm the Lady Chablis.

Hear me roar.

Look out.

Besides, I've already
bought a new ensemble.

- Really? Is it nice?
- You'll see, hon.

Listen to me.

We must get out of here.

It's rude of you to bust in on
me. I'd never do that to you.

LaVella's mother is about
to have a seizure.

Somebody put a spoon in her mouth,
then, because I'm not leaving.

You're leaving now.

- I am not.
- I'll buy you a drink.

- Buy me a drink.
- Outside of here.

- Buy me a diamond.
- I'll buy you a diamond.

- Give me some.
- I'm not giving you shit.

Oh, come on.

You know I'm straight.

So am I.

Straight to my house. Let's go.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear the
evidence you're about

to give is the truth,
so help you God?

I do.

Now, Miss De Veau...

I'll ask you a question and I
want you to answer to the jury...

so that they can understand.

Yes, and what is that? You'd
like me to explain my "T"?

Your "T"?

My "T."

Yeah, explain your "T"...

in as plain a language as you
possibly can for our friends.

I will try my best to
explain to you jurors.

I could throw words and
labels at all of you...

but you seem like nice people.

So I'm going to be
open and honest.

I have a man's toolbox...

but everything else
about me is pure lady.

I love to dress in
women's clothes.

I love to go shopping.

I love to have my nails done...

and I love men.

Any questions?

And, ma'am, I hope you
don't mind my saying...

blue is definitely
not your colour.

Okay, gals, you're
both pretty, now.

What I want to know and want
you to tell the jury is...

how you and Billy
Hanson first met.

Billy hit on me one night at
the... Strike that, Your Honour.

Billy and I clienteled.

"Clienteled."

Will you explain what that means?

We socialised
together for a little

while, until he met
my room-mate Corinne.

Corinne. Now, you
telling me that...

Corinne and Billy
Hanson were intimate?

Hot and intimate.

Will you tell the jury...

did Billy Hanson use drugs?

Yes. Billy did
pills, smoked pot...

little coke.

He sold drugs.

He'd stay with us
sometimes, so sometimes

we had stash around the house.

- Mrs Chablis...
- Miss.

Course, Miss Chablis.

Do you yourself take drugs?

I smoke a little pot.

I'm a mellow kind of girl.

I understand.

Well, tell me if you know
what effect, if any...

these drugs had on
the relationship...

between your friend
Corinne and Billy.

Well, now, when Billy got high,
he could be very, very hostile.

Hostile, when he was high.

Would you explain to the jury
what you mean by hostile?

I can do more than that, hon.
Let me show you something.

Look at my driver's licence.

- Just a minute.
- Objection.

This isn't proper.

Be quiet.

I'll handle this.

Just a minute.

That's not proper procedure.

Pick up this item, please.

My eye. He hit me. I looked like
that dog from The Little Rascals.

Members of the jury,
I'm instructing

you to disregard this outburst.

Pay no attention to that picture.

Your Honour? It's the
truth. I'm not lying.

Your Honour, the people...

Be quiet.

Now we got to get this
thing under control.

You sit down, Mr De Veau.

Miss De Veau. I'm a single girl.

Miss De Veau, whatever.

Have a seat.

Okay, but please
don't get too huffy.

You listen to me.

I'm in charge of this
courtroom, not you.

Here's the way it works:

These lawyers are going
to ask you questions...

and you answer them.

If I tell you to stop, you stop.

If I tell you to sit, you sit.

And I don't want
you to communicate

directly with that jury.

Don't produce any more items.

Don't show any photographs.
Do you understand that?

Yes, Your Honour. I understand.

Mrs Wright threw in some gumbo.

I got you cigarettes.

Thank you. How are we coming
with our character witnesses?

I thought we would
limit it to 3 because

we don't need too
much fawning and...

Why not?

Tell him how many friends
are lining up to defend me.

I suggest Wanda Javitz. She has
a commanding vocal presence.

She declined, Jim...

along with some others.

Declined?

They clamoured for my friendship.

Hoping and praying for
invitations to my parties.

Where were their judgements then?

I hope Wanda knows
this puts her in

the out box for my
Christmas party.

I don't think we have to worry
about character witnesses.

They got theirs, we got ours.

When do I take the stand?

Last.

Good.

They'll have heard
all the theories.

We'll finish with the truth.

I look forward to this.

It's important, not
that I'm acquitted,

but that everyone
knows I'm innocent.

I refuse to live in a world
where whispers become fact.

Guilty men murmur. The
innocent shout to the rafters.

Hear, hear.

We may need you to come clean
about the relationship with Billy.

Your sexuality, Jim.

Finley's taken this thing in a
direction we didn't count on.

His own private witch-hunt.

It's going to destroy Mother.

Jim, she was in court.

She heard George Tucker.

Face it, she already knows.

Not from me she doesn't.

What if she wasn't in court?

What's the matter? Gunpowder?

Damn gunshot residue test.

Your expert witness covered it.
He said the tests are unreliable.

Jury thinks that's a cop-out.

Every one of them knows Doc Poe.

Why listen to some egghead
from up north? No offence.

No, none taken.

He said gunpowder wipes off. Maybe
when they handled the body...

Boone says he bagged them.

Doc Poe says they were bagged
when he performed the autopsy.

When are they going
to get wiped off?

I don't know.

Do you remember when you told
me that dead men tell no tales?

See, I think...

that may be true, but
it does not apply here.

I mean, look around.

Every picture on
every wall in this

town is of someone who's gone.

Every story you hear begins
with someone who's dead.

The only living
national treasure you

have is your own slavering mutt.

You writing your book? What the
hell are you talking about?

Billy Hanson may not be
talking, but his hands are.

Billy Hanson's hands?

I got to go.

Where you going?

"To understand the living...

you got to commune with the dead.

I need Shango.

Now go.

And don't you dare look back."

I hope you can communicate
with someone.

Feel like going for a walk?

Where you headed?

I don't know, I was thinking about
maybe stopping by the morgue.

Are you a necrophiliac
or something?

We agreed you wouldn't
talk about my ex-wife.

- How long you been at the bar?
- Long enough. It'll be fun.

Why do you want to go?

If I could answer that question,
I wouldn't have to go.

The morgue's closed,
and by tomorrow

this won't seem like
such a good idea.

Precisely. I'll break
in if I have to.

I don't care. I'll
pretend I'm dead.

- You sure you want to do this?
- I think so.

There is a back way...

a hallway off the emergency
room. It's off-limits.

- How do you know that?
- I candy-striped one summer.

At the morgue?

- We'll create a distraction...
- We?

You create the
distraction and I'll

just slip in and check it out.

No, you'll get lost.

All right, it's a 3-man
job. Where's Joe?

Perfect casting, but he's
out of town till tomorrow.

Who do we know who can
cause a commotion?

Hello. Nurse.

- What's wrong with her?
- Her stomach.

Appendicitis. My water broke.

Get the doctor to exam 4.
Water broke? She's pregnant.

I don't know what's up. Just help.

- What's wrong?
- A stomach problem.

Let's get her up on the table.

Okay, here we are.

Commune away.

Is this where it hurts?

Just... Oh, doctor, wait.

Here?

You know, I think you need to
go just a little bit lower.

Never been in a morgue.

What are we looking for?

I don't know. Something about
the bagging of the hands.

Oh, look. Teddy Lipscomb.

Excuse me?

- You know this guy?
- Yeah, he was my dad's dentist.

Oh, man.

Cardiac arrest.

Right. Medical term
for dying in the

arms of a 25-year-old
cocktail waitress.

Poor guy.

See, now, remind me never
to get sick in Savannah.

He's wearing a
hospital ID Bracelet.

You're supposed to get well in
hospitals, but not in this city.

The morgue doesn't
have its own ramp,

so all DOA's come
through emergency.

Technically, they'd
have to be admitted.

They're all wearing bracelets.

It's bureaucratic red tape. I
told you, I candy-striped.

You did. That's like
volunteer work?

Yeah, cute little striped
outfit, short skirt.

Girl Scouts.

- Is this where it hurts?
- Almost.

Just a tad bit...

That's the spot. I love you.

I love you. Oh, Dr
Feelgood, that's the spot.

You got it.

You wouldn't take a bag off to put
an ID Bracelet on, would you?

Yeah, probably.

Maybe.

Pleasure's been all mine, Doctor.

How you doing, Mum?

Nurse, I have a question for you.

Were you on duty the night
Billy Hanson's body came in?

I was. How'd you get back there?

Back door. I was here
with the sick lady?

I have a question. Hanson's
hands were bagged.

Someone had to put
the ID Bracelet on.

Would you take the bag off
to slide the bracelet on?

No, they snap on.

They snap on?

Thank you.

It was easier with him
because I bagged him after.

Excuse me?

Doc Poe called from
the crime scene and

said to bag the hands
when he came in.

You bagged the hands?

Yes, I wrote it up on
the admission sheet.

May I see that?

We'll let Sonny tell you.
He'll be here any minute.

Before Sonny gets here, I'd
like to run something by you.

- Fire away.
- About that night.

What do you got?

The evening started out
as I've always said.

The argument...

the shouting...

You let me down,
like everyone else.

My mama let me down. She hates
me because I look like my daddy.

- What are you yelling about?
- I'm yelling about you.

It's fine for you
to talk to me about

living in this grandeur and all.

You could do it if you
took responsibility.

Bullshit, Jim.

If you don't like it, why don't
you just get the hell out?

Get the hell out.

This candle is about ready
to go through that painting.

I'll stop paying the
insurance on your Camaro.

You want to leave, you can
do it tomorrow morning.

The damaged clock...

Goddamn it.

Walk into my house and ruin
my furniture. I've had it.

You're going to jail,
young man. That's it.

Billy pointing the Luger...

I may be leaving tomorrow...

but goddamn it...

When he pulled the trigger...

you're leaving tonight.

Nothing happened.

The gun was on safety.

As he fumbled to take the safety
off, I grabbed my own gun...

and I shot him.

He fell dead.

He never fired?

No.

I thought, "What have you done?"

It explains...

why there's no powder
on Billy's hands.

When I sit on that stand and
I tell this to the jury...

Largent's case...

will crumble.

I don't see how you figure that.

If you tell that story...

you're admitting...

that you lied.

Lied to everyone.

The police...

the press...

everyone.

Yes.

Of course.

I'd rather be convicted
of lying than of murder.

So...

Hey, coach.

We got it.

Keep your seat.

Sonny, I need to
tell you something.

Now, me first. You know
that gunshot residue test?

What I have to say has direct
bearing on the gunshot residue...

Can I get this out?

We got them by the gonads.

Detective Boone lied.

Doc Poe called the admitting nurse
and told her to bag the hands...

if they were not already.

Which she did.

Right here in this document.

Many could have handled
the body between

the crime scene and the hospital.

Which explains how the
powder got rubbed off.

There it is.

The death knell to
Finley Largent's

precious gunshot residue test.

Your turn.

What was it?

Oh, it's not important.

Take a look here.

We got them, Jimbo.

Going somewhere, coach?

What's his story?

You're still under oath.

Frank...

are you absolutely sure...

that you bagged Billy Hanson's
hands at Mercer House?

Yes.

I have no further questions.

Redirect, Mr Largent?

No, Your Honour.

Detective, you're
excused. You're still

under subpoena. Thank
you very much.

Defence calls Sara Warren...

R.N.

You won't find her in your notes.

She's not on your list, Finley.

Sara Warren is a
direct rebuttal to

the testimony of Detective Boone.

She is, in fact, an
admitting nurse...

at Chandler Emergency Room.

Mr Williams, will
you describe your

relationship with the deceased?

I met Billy Hanson when he came
around to the house wanting a job.

So...

I hired him in the workshop
to refinish furniture.

He had some talent, and I
wanted to encourage him.

During this time...

I developed hypoglycaemia. I

blacked-out at times.
I don't eat well.

The doctor told me...

it was not good for me to be alone
when this condition occurs.

So Billy would stay over...

and take care of me
when I wasn't well.

He did not live at Mercer
House, as has been stated.

Is that the full extent of your
relationship with Billy Hanson?

No. Over time, it evolved
into something less formal.

We became intimate.

Billy could be very charming.

He had his girlfriends
and I had mine.

But to me...

sex is a perfectly natural thing.

It didn't bother me.
It didn't bother him.

It was just an occasional natural

occurrence between
consenting adults.

Would you describe to the jury...

the events that occurred
in your house...

after the party?

By the time Billy got back to
the house he was quite high...

and we got into an argument
about a planned trip to London.

I was going to an
auction, and Billy was

to accompany me because
of my condition.

But he insisted on taking
marijuana cigarettes.

I do not approve of drugs and
I told him he could not go.

He became verbally abusive and I
ordered Billy out of the house.

He went into the hallway.

The argument continued there.
Then he knocked over a clock.

I went to call the police.
He followed me with a gun.

He said...

and I'll never forget this:

"I might leave tomorrow...

but goddamn it, you're
leaving tonight."

I saw that Luger...

and moved.

I reached in a drawer
for my own weapon.

As I came up, the first shot...

I felt breeze by my shoulder.

And I fired.

I don't remember how many times.

It was horrible.

We're all Savannahians.

Our paths cross from time to time.

We greet each other.

Smile here, nod there.

But even if we don't
know each other...

we have one thing in common.

This beautiful place
where we all live.

And as one Savannahian...

to 12...

I'd like to thank you
for your civic pride...

for your diligence...

and here in this courtroom...

for your rapt attention.

I've watched you taking notes.

The prosecution started
this whole thing...

quoting someone by
the name of Hobbes.

I don't know who that is...

but...

I do know who Perry Mason is.

You watch Perry Mason?

I do.

And I got to thinking...

if some TV writer...

was to come to Perry
Mason and say...

"Here you are, Mr Raymond Burr,
here's a story like this."

You know what I think he'd say?

I think old Raymond would say...

"That's not a very good story.

I wouldn't have to be
a very good lawyer...

to get that man off, now would I?"

He'd be right.

Because...

by all the evidence, Jim
Williams is an innocent man.

But I'm not Perry Mason.

I'm not some TV lawyer.

So I got to scratch and tear
at the prosecution's case...

trying to whittle
it down to nothing.

And darned if I
don't think I have.

Because the fabrication of the
prosecution's case is in pieces.

When you consider how
Detective Boone...

has consistently lied
about bagging the hands.

Does that surprise you...

that a detective would lie?

Of course he will.

He's not a bad man.

But how else will he
play the cards...

that have been dealt to
him from a pack of lies?

If Jim Williams...

is guilty of anything...

he's guilty of bad association.

But that's not why
he's on trial for.

If you don't like...

or if you don't cotton
to his lifestyle...

just think about this:

We deal with these
people all the time.

Some good...

some bad.

They're a part of our community.

You can't judge a man for that.

This is God's world.

Let God be the judge of that.

And let you good folks...

be the judge of this.

Come on, now.

You let this man go home.

He's had enough.

Thank you.

Mr Foreman, has the
jury reached a verdict?

Yes, we have, Your Honour.

Is it unanimous?

Yes.

Hand it to the sheriff, please.

Pick that up.

Hand it to me.

Give it back to him.

Defendant and attorneys,
rise, please.

Publish the verdict.

"We, the jury, find
the defendant...

not guilty."

Members of the jury, this
concludes your work.

You've rendered great service
to Savannah and Chatham County.

I'm going to dismiss you now
with the thanks of the court.

Congratulations, Jim.

Thank you, John.

Hey, boy.

What do you got?

Come on down.

We got to go visit the boy.

We got to make him
quit working James.

Trial's over, Minerva.

Billy can't do
anything to James now.

Why I come to you?

Because you...

out of everybody, know
it ain't over yet.

I know, the boy know, and you
know justice ain't been done yet.

I'll come down for a minute.

I don't know about this.

That's exactly why
you come this far.

Billy always loved Wild Turkey.

He ain't happy here.

Ain't what he thought it would be.

If you ain't in heaven yet, you
want to get there, don't you, boy?

The only way you're
going to get up...

is if you quit playing with James.

I has influence with the dead.

They can lift you up.

Nobody else can do
that for you. Nobody.

Don't you laugh at me.

You think you had a harsh life?

You got no idea.

Never had no bills to pay...

no children to feed,
no house to clean.

You had it easy.

You can just lay there.

Where's Jim?

Thanks for dropping by.

I've finished my
Christmas party list...

and you made the cut.

I'm honoured, but I won't be here.

Many will be disappointed.

So, obviously, you've
decided to stay in town.

Living here pisses off
all the right people.

- What can I do for you?
- I have something for you.

Yussopov's dagger
may have seemed...

more useful, given
your profession...

but the painting somehow
seemed appropriate.

I hope you will accept it...

as an expression of my gratitude.

Newmarket Heath, the overpaint.

Thank you.

I'll have it sent along.

I don't want to keep
you from your party.

But one more question,
for the book.

Do you want to tell me
what really happened?

Sport...

truth, like art...

is in the eye of the beholder.

You believe what you choose...

and I'll believe what I know.

Good luck, Jim.

Why didn't you come in?

I never enter the
office on Sunday.

Bad juju.

I still got a lot of questions.

You know all you need to know.

One thing...

don't commune so long with the
dead you forget the living.

What's this?

I love you, boy.

But I ain't the only one.
You know that, don't you?

How long's your lease?

Six months.

Welcome to Savannah.

You hungry?

- Come on.
- Let's go, girl.

You two know you're not going
anywhere without a chaperone.

I cooked my Chablis' famous
chicken. Let's go have a picnic.

And guess what?

You get your choice
of breast or thigh.

What's it called, the chicken?

Chablis' Kicking Chicken.

Still walking the dog, Mr Glover?

Yes, sir. Patrick do
like his morning walk.

Patrick is walking kind of
fancy this morning, isn't he?